Lyrics: I don't give a fuck about what they think of me, I move in silence In sweet atmospheres and I doubt while praying at night And all the outlaws laugh when a cop dies When your street cred is validated, when you've made money Yeah, business and friendship in our neighborhoods They quickly get tired of us or hide in our war cries Angry in our dull lives Healed by rolling papers, when our resumes don't fit your criteria So I've packed a joint and I won't pity the cops Because I'm always part of the gang when they target the crew And I'm simple and quick, always ready to kill the beat Because rap and I, we follow each other like 5 and 6 Only intrepidness in the eyes of my crew You can see the rage because we're treated like fools Or monkeys in the city and it's worse when the police raid Destiny is gray and it's never like the end of movies And I'm undecided, investing in the ephemeral I see too much Messi and prestige in the darkness Disdainful and revered, I warned you that my lyrics would make me famous But it's the same old story, scratching rhymes Forced to bring my guys and cause serious damage But what do you expect unfortunately our lives are like this Too often we get caught and the court-appointed defense lawyer is useless Girl, work, cops, it's driving us crazy Drowning in our troubles, only weed gives us a way out I rap crazy things when I'm high, no lingerie in the music videos I talk about informants and kids, shootings in the streets I have [?] so they come, there's a check to be cashed We lead the dance, fuck France but it takes time Here there are lyrics to sell, beasts of Afghan And if you think about fucking me in advance, I assure you I'll break your leg Throw your flame, be careful What are you waiting for to put that in your ass? While I scratch the sample, I'm a big slacker But totally used, when I go smoke, I have to handle my absences My bitches try to add me on Facebook on time I didn't wait two seconds and you wanna suck my dick, bitch I groove and I'm technical, what did you think? Dude, I'm hot, even if we're short of money, we stay loyal To our joints, to our beers, I explode my poor head Filling the atmosphere, you bunch of assholes Only lyrical madness in my lyrics Dealing in the neighborhoods All the dogs, yeah, who end up bad in the projects Irritable and distressed It's been a long time, I have to mark my time I have to drop my hash but I like to see alcohol and hash combine Man, it saddens me to see my situation get complicated My homies are getting busted Fuck the cops, let them kill each other It's not tomorrow that cops will scare me Like this night shift with Kas and the others Questioned by the police officer because we broke some bones Bitches and phonies, knives and wild animals It drives us crazy like my verses and flows, yeah Come to our dance parties, it's not the French cancan There are only guys who are fucked up, fucking up the atmosphere, cousin Yeah it's Guiz, [?] Here daily life is fucked up, drugs and hoe-asses I walk with the [?] Got it, I grind my bud The police are on the move, it's getting complicated, the siren Under my headgear, I'm a troublemaker At a good price, things combine in the neighborhoods' ovens Or should I say difficult neighborhoods, parked far away By the civil engineer, there are 15 towers I really think that's it It's incessant and the streets are tough Since 15-16 years old, we've been hitting our heads Don't talk to me about working, I never tire of fighting But I'm cracking just by seeing all these thugs showing off As if they had affairs In school we saw them party And we extorted their mothers I've always been close to the projects And the real ones confirm it Caravelle, Villeneuve If you want to make some money I'm burnt out, it's a mess But I'm not gonna lower my head They're gonna stroke my dick Then I'm gonna go to the sea With my beer and my cannabis cigarette To stay calm when little bitches bullshit me Music, the projects paralyze me Fuck them, we aim for the money And for guys to reach paradise If I bring the Bacardi, pay for your drink We're doing it for real, the other gangsters are fake And I'm wasted, so I hang out on the couch Bitch, as soon as I finger you, you don't want to let go Quickly, I write verses you can't grasp [?] if you're too lame you can't diss And I write this in a burst of anger Because we want to defend our brothers and relieve our nerves Our wars are stressful And you know that our wars are stressful In my lungs, no crack, and no worries when I rap the pain I'm too strong, without you realizing it you back down on the 16 Guizmo relaxes you like a nicotine patch I chain joints and hang out with kinky girls We have a good time and then they think they're my girlfriends But the breakup is brutal like Steve Austin I have no attachments, step by step, I take what rightfully belongs to me I become the king, the filthy bastard king And to all those who wanted to see me lose Roll me on the ground, well, suck my dick Too many people smile at you but hide a big vice So fuck all the traitors, it's a good motto And the girls who date too many guys, don't listen to what they tell you Because one day one of them shows up and aims for your head And I only write bombs because I respect the beats For me it's not about finding the Holy Grail, it's about finding money Yeah, you think you're hot, you act all street Stop your bullshit, everyone knows you fuck little kids And no stress in my voice when I talk about the streets How can I tell you, in Villeneuve it's a battlefield No guy will screw you if you have a stupid look on your face And if there's trouble within the crew, we split And it's been like this for ages, when I rap, you suffer I've burned so many guys, what I have in my pants deflowers them Damn Paris is like Soul Calibur, for 1 gram and we shoot your face Caraibos and shots of rum, go taste the mixture And find me "at pé-ra" with a group of reliable friends I don't give up, I have too many rhymes per verse It's not all black or all white so there's no Apartheid I warned you, you didn't want to listen Now I swear to you that your flows will end up naked and cut up in a dark alley I make the sound fly but don't walk in my footsteps because the path is filled with bullets And I see all the colors like Leonardo da Vinci I won't let the insignia bearers get ahead of me No, I'm smarter than all those shitty pigs There's a smell of cake, it smells like potatoes Damn, no need to charm Marianne In the face of my hate, she's blind like Amadou and Mariam Here I raise one for my Polish brothers You'll never see us begging because our mothers make figures Yeah, a rageful 16 bars, a tackle like Gattuso's In Valenton they work hard, ask my guys from the zoo We only have our pens and our nerves Because of you, our mothers cry In addition to fining you, I know my classics It's magical, say what you want, Guizmo is anything but basic I grew up without money, with disappointed people In the projects, weed, please help me 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