Lyrics: I grew up in shit, I grew up in shit, bro Grew up in shit, I pushed through shit, bro Pushed through shit, I pushed through shit, bro Pushed through shit, bro Pushed through shit, I didn't have a thing Everything is in my head, I have the phases of a madman I have my crazy nights and my crazy days Hanging out in the city with four bastards I'm in my neighborhood, no, I don't live in Saint-Cloud They're doing football, the kids are playing Getting high in the streets with a prostitute, I ride A joint of weed and then I leave suddenly We only do dirt to gather all the dough I filled rooms and guys ask me about Paris I sold grams and saved my soul To avoid dramas and the women I tarnished Gun in the sound system, weed locked up, only scared guys I'm disgusted, I didn't sell everything, I still have two eights and my battery is low Everyone rolls a joint, we're going to have fun in space These idiots think I need them, I have solid dudes and weapons Not even 20 bars and you're shivering Man, we hold the walls and fuck the prison I sold hard stuff, I did missions The big guys from VLT were buying liters from me I was the Guiz from the basement, I know vice and drugs We don't want to work our asses off anymore, we want money and pussy I repeat: I was the Guiz from the basement, I know vice and drugs We don't want to work our asses off anymore, we want money and pussy Yes, I sold crazy shit, come get my little face I fuck the trap in my zone in Villeneuve One against five, fuck it, I'm single Five albums and still no hit single
