Lyrics: "We say 'nothing is happening', it's just us who are standing still A little action would be welcome among these boring people A quiet evening on the avenue, as usual we stay up late Everyone starts off on the wrong foot, like a person with a disability No Gucci but I've got the look, meeting at Guizi they want to look beautiful With dicks, with Heineken, I'm at the club, I don't care about this bitch I've got money to make, lyrics to scratch, gotta see my buddies: Kalash, Tom, and Mallé Life in the neighborhood in a messed up city, where anyone can get shot Damn! Valenton is a bang bang story, very hot, we're determined, promise Ashes and fast, proud to be cro-mi, ready to do anything for money Go ahead, be polite when you pass by Logne-Po There's some good weed and real gangsters There are stoners in the basement, man we'll shoot you in bursts, if you're hot ask Tomsso We'll dominate you like cups, my guy Omzo, I'm sorry But here we need pesetas, there are no more euros And well, those girls will go make some cash in the zoo It's just a matter of money, no scruples Selling hash as soon as the twilight comes I know some guys who are a little insignificant, bulletproof vest under their sweater You get stuck when you think you need nobody You become sad, you get drunk and question yourself Lost in the city, you get stuck, you're not in good shape Because you get sad when you think you need nobody You get stuck when you think you need nobody You become sad, you get drunk and question yourself Lost in the city, you get stuck, you're not in good shape Because you get sad when you think you need nobody So what's next? Either we struggle to find out whose fault it is, we sink deeper or we escape Or we take a break and take the spotlight But don't give up if it's ruined where you live I'll be merciless with the traitors, get some coke and make two lines We fell into alcohol, even drugs, every day we live with regrets All my brothers in the gamma are crazy, war weapons and grams under seal Iron bar, shitty crack, selling weed and I think I'll mix them up Almost a week since I've seen daylight They throw punches and break knees Guizmo unbeatable, fuck the bastards, powerful like Qatar Since the crew left, I'm in the basement of the zoo Better step back, a gun and it goes fast, ask Skoulon I don't panic, go fuck yourself, always in the ghettos, not looking for a job Fuck your mother, my boys are drunk, small deals, bitches to feed Tizz, zeb for a sick verse But the cops arrest me and they won't let me go Fuckin' cops, it's war to the death We have to hide the drugs, only let the firefighters in You get stuck when you think you need nobody You become sad, you get drunk and question yourself Lost in the city, you get stuck, you're not in good shape Because you get sad when you think you need nobody You get stuck when you think you need nobody You become sad, you get drunk and question yourself Lost in the city, you get stuck, you're not in good shape Because you get sad when you think you need nobody I only do the plumbing, I know you're convinced Grew up in the ghettos and in the middle of conflicts Had to wake up early, we sold weed Meeting the demands of all those junkies It's not cool and funky, I've suffered sleepless nights Everyone's out, we want to work freelance Reur-ti look, their-dea money Only scammers and crazy people do everything in silence Y&w works like crazy, yeah Igo, we need Porsches and gold bars Yeah Igo, we need Porsches and gold bars, yeah Guizmo, fuck the cops and snitches No, you didn't understand, I don't want your website, I don't want your business I don't want your scam, I don't want your music video, I don't want your sluts I don't want your minimum wage, I'm aiming for the jackpot I'm from the 92 but I know it's the same everywhere Cocaine and weed, your girls and your neighborhood The choice is hard but believe me, you have to make one Without forgetting your reliable guys in R5 or R1"
