Lyrics: Han, han Mom wants me to stop drinking My son wants to play in the park I moved forward in the dark And I sold drugs in the park I already told you, I'm not a star I'm being chased by the cops In 2007, at the train station Gare du Nord, I didn't forget the station A suburban kid We want to buy everything cheap I love my father but I'm angry at him Because he left my mother And if you're fighting at your home, bro, at my place it's a war! Like a Jewish brother at Clignancourt Bro, I'm not giving up on this matter And mom used to clean my sneakers, there was blood on the pair Yeah, when I was at the bottom of the river They didn't throw me a lifeline And I'm not one of those who ran away Those who betrayed the secret You're gonna respect me, little shit, I'm one of the big ones in the label There was hatred and a hammer He split her head open I had to threaten him two, three times And he gave me my cash back Ah, and it's the same all over France They thought I was late Bro, I had a step ahead And I don't care about your opinion I cut the weed with an Opinel knife, with the crumbs I make a blunt My friend's dad beat him up He was selling Dillon 10 years later, he's angry and gets 4 years in prison I had the urge, I was broke And they cut the hot water Thank God I have the mojo 10 years later, under the spotlights In my head, it's too crowded In the car, there's a big gun Does it serve any purpose? Besides hurting my neighbor I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me I roll a joint joint joint I send myself far far far I hear "pilanli," I hear "Ouin ouin oui" We only needed nothing We saw a lot of girls Bezbar at night, there's only weird things Bro, my story is not clean I came from another planet Nothing but beer in the can 600 euros on the block Bro, I have trouble with Lamine Bro, I have trouble with Mohamed Bro, I have trouble with the family Bro, I have trouble with myself And I'm too hot, damn it Drop your flow on the ground Otherwise, I'll come like Sarkozy, clean them up with a Karcher And I'm not a tenant We're talking about big salaries And we crossed the desert worse than camels I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me Not willing to do anything for money I drop where I don't have footing I rap and have no footing I left the neighborhood From love at first sight to gunshots Because of a little look French rap is fixated on the little fox And where were you when I was struggling? Where were you when I was struggling? When I dreamed of getting them all With a pistol or a crossbow There's no war, we never run fast We prefer to sell the cake Kill me if I'm a bitch or hiding in a hiding place And I put on my Lacoste tracksuit, matching with the flip-flops I made all my wishes come true when I rubbed the can Bro, I never got excited about glitz and glitter They want to swim in the big pool but most of them aren't prepared I filled instrumentals with phone calls and notebook pages I dreamed of another life, me and my brothers, but it's not won I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me I want green, I want yellow I want pockets full of purple I got so angry That I woke up the kids I always said I was the best And that the others were mediocre I ask God for everything I desire while appreciating what He gives me.
