Lyrics: I hear the voice of the bourgeois echoing Like it's the Holy Grail, man We used to shower with a faulty water heater I can't reason with my brothers, they've seen the same shit I criticized my father for a long time and drank the same beer We're not worse or better than others, even religious people have made mistakes Only in front of God will we be judged for all the sins on your shoulders Me, I've been a guinea pig for all brands of alcohol, son I quickly realized that it rhymes with the pain of living, clean Generation fuck everything, show off your stuff When the streets call you, learn to lower your gaze Damn, we also want the Axe that makes girls go crazy The €3,000 Renault Clio and why not a new TV I don't rap about the street, I rap about life I saw the third world in France while shooting the music video for "Tell me" The truth has only one face Ancient as the world but so beautiful that it has fewer wrinkles than its mirror Man, it's anarchy, in my head a pharmacy A joint of cannabis and I appear as if by magic I rap about shit and panic, three cigarettes and I corrupt the music The attack is devastating, sick but I indulge in my weed Normal with my guys we aim for the top We'll be number one on the gold records In the establishment, a sports car Life gets harder as the elders would say By hanging out like dogs, obviously the kids bite you Damn, I pondered on this, had to smoke To enjoy the view, you have to save money Education sends back the chances we didn't seize We all look like we're employable, that's why we're on welfare Villeneuve-La-Garenne, damn I lost brothers there I have pangs in my heart but I have to stay proud It moves paga the lougoujaga Dreaming of tougou knowledge but buddy, calm down Don't bother me with freestyle I rap and the crowds feel who's talking A little guy from the projects who wants to make money without hustling And my gremlins, they know that's not the way out There are solutions far from the streets and its dirt I kick and it's almost certain that my face Will show smiles if I quit my old habits My Jewish tower, my pillave and my reuguefton Brave but since I've been promoted they want me to fall Motherfucker, I hang out on the block What do you think? I'll never snitch like a maggot Freed from the troubles, guaranteed to be broke I tenderize my appearances and slow down the weed And it's frustrating to live broke between prison and welfare I'm proud of the rage that my project brought to life Where did all my dreams go, that's all I had in mind To reach my villa by jet, I need the pillage in fact With my bad luck because it follows all the hustlers From pants to underwear, yay I have my stacks Groupies, hatred, and dirty stars, my gava goes up and down Yeah, I'm tired of the envious people talking about nothing I know weird squats where they get drunk, empty vices, weak weed, even when stars pass by Crimes and offenses, stories and tales That are told because there are the wealthy and the poor who Live without compassion, hustling and sensation Of being a free man when the cops make rotations They turn more than Stromae yes cuz' you have to mash it up In our apartment buildings, it's syringe and fake papers You can ask the declans, who stupidly get clapped Because of a few cigarettes and clothes Damn, make me smoke on your joint Everything goes fast, I get high, I only have one dick but fifteen joints All nice under drugs, I think I'm fucked Every time I've sinned, there was a catch And all these desires force us to do illegal things Yes, guys, immediately on the roof I put the bitches And I'm not talking about little sl-ts, big asses And Black B who shake your smart-asses And when I write, heavy beat and amnesiac Guizou is damned, I rap for years It's not over, turns out it's working Little bites and B-sides, I find myself and I like it High but cheeky to dismantle songs Unlock funds for the crazy kids from the neighborhood Stop making promises, none of them are kept Modesty is naked, at 16 stop getting pregnant Oh yeah, my pockets are full?! That's not what the banker says 10 years I've had money problems and a desire to sing 92 deeply engraved in my head, my basement And then my macabre clique with the reufrés It makes me think that we go out to dance As if they were asking for a ransom The majors want to make you sing "Wesh Guizmo! You're in your twenties, you talk like an old man! Tell us what the hell is going on" Actually, we're just pawns admired like gods invited to cocktails And it darkens my already messed up vision Electric shock a bit like the grave and prison Don't dig into my life, you'll find a lot of dirt I grew up in cities where we're trained in knife fights We're strong, but many die or end up disabled Tired of the pigs and all the drama that makes us want to rob Low-priced Nike Air, fake bag Hardcore and weird drinks, my throat is full of poison So tell me who's gonna stop me?! Nah, it's not your gang of bitches Now that they've sucked everyone, they'll let their ass get caught There are only puppies in the zoo, hash in my jeans No bullets in the belly, only knives in the back Yeah, it smells like fucking betrayal, I've had the upper hand for a long time In their vice and their stupidity, don't ask why I despise them It has to work before it pisses me off, bring on the cash, you fucker So I can put the stacks in my Levi's, a bitch around my dick We're suburban people used to frisks Rappers are bimbos: they have the looks but not the substance And I could name hundreds without identity but in this game There's an insane amount of rich little people, it's all about the Zen Damn! They talk about rocket launchers, they've never seen a 9mm Except to make an omelette and bring it to their girl I only have images of scum, I drop paro freestyles The project is like my home so even in my underwear, I flaunt Always effective when I spread, I came to fold them all Yeah, I don't give a fuck about your next generation: I'm with the pillars Need a ripped t-shirt, a Lia wallet A quick teammate who doesn't bitch when it kicks off And the joints go through my throat, hysterical without my drugs Mysterious, I squint in my cave It takes time to go through all our vices We didn't have a protective father, but know that we'll do everything for our sons We have the bite, we didn't come to chat My competitors are only strong in a foot race Admit it, it's cool when I dismember it Give me the cash, I don't give a fuck Talk about my neighborhood and the thugs will come dance on your corpse And it's guaranteed on the receipt. Attentive I'm no longer an apprentice, I'm an emancipated from fractures The free sale of pure drugs, it makes you rich but not safe In one search, you lose your wardrobe, your cars It's true, I warn you: I'm pissed! And if they tell me I have cancer, chances are I'll eliminate the doctor Silhouettes from the North, please help me explain
