Interlude - SCH

〈intro〉
Oh
Ge-geo on the track

〈verse〉
Look me in the eyes, you'd say i was a liar if i told you everything
Dreaming of the million isn't that ambitious, there'd surely be 100k more if we counted everything again
Really, dawg, only serious people in the middle of the middle, my brothers and i are not destined to die old and pious
The commission is loaded, two-three friends won't spend the summer
Drunk, i talk to the skies as if god was listening
Fuck rap, fuck comеdy, fuck promotion, i'm in real discussions, huh
Leather jackеt, leather gloves, you see what i'm saying
Criminal meeting in a room that stinks of bleach
You feel the breeze, child of the crisis, too real for television
I was in the trap while i was studying, even tolerance has its limits
We put 10k, and it's a little 2000 that eliminates you
Paranoid, i get my car's underside checked, i've come a long way since catalan tuna
Here, my car, yeah, is worth the price of your house
I get spotted in the city, they tell me: “you've got a gift”, “s, woulah, you're a good man”, huh
Vvs you fucker and all your swarovskis, we sell snow, us, we don't go skiing
Four-wheel drive, come into my matrix, hundred-thirty-eight the full tank
We come right out of where it smells like piss even when it's painted over, yeah
Six-hundred thousand albums later, fuck, kindergarten's so far away
We fall for lifestyle without material proof
I'll go rob if the girl has dreams that i can't grant
I could delegate, but i'll rip their bones out myself
Wind, rain, the cries of evil
Six am, fuck it's early, for twelve-hundred, fuck it's too much
I had hatred big like the world, big like omar
It brings me the evil eye, glock in my pants, rosary in the jean
I wanted to fuck the math teacher at the age of divisions
The dream of a youngin here, is to put away ten million
Twenty-six years old and i talk as if i had forty, fucker, i'm not one of the idiots you compare me to
Us, it's outside where we sing with our guts, we sell drugs while our parents slave away, to offer us a life a little less sad
We make them proud or too sad or too old before having enough euros, huh
And i know who they are, here, those who brag, we know who they are
It's useless to push the barbell, here, we know how to fucking aim
We've made bonds so strong that death couldn't untie them
I don't believe in man anymore, he's so fake, i only come across disguised traitors
You enter at your own risk, you come across guys that hit hard, you leave with your head unscrewed
They'll never be here in time to save you from your distress
The police station is far if a gun comes out of a tracksuit of a guy both high and drunk
There remains a few faded photos of youngins that died before their twenties
That would've wanted to remake themselves like bolloré, contracts to honor, the world isn't so colorful
Some guys disappeared so hard we don't know if they died or just evaporated
Acid bath, in the hood, ammunition, weapons, in a box
Move if we know your address
One shot, we're not playing tetris, there are guys where i'm from in psychiatry who've been driven crazy by drugs or a whore
You're seeing blurry, huh?
〈outro〉
Nineteen
It's the s, fucker
You want to act like a man, little bitch?
Start by lifting the seat when you go to the toilet, dumbass
I'm neither a cop nor a faggot
Rooftop, i drop this before volume 2, it was itching me
Guilty, the a, the h, bino, sabri, marmotte, pech
Skembri, pisso, laps, luc', illicit, illicit
Angelo, polak, sooli, mokhtar, albert, yanis, yaya, darty, farid, samir, nono, mehdi, sami, néné, malik, khalil
Fabien, blond, foued, the englishman, omar, seb, micky, sam, mouss', wahid, yazid, ahmed, gang
Red baron house
Fdlrc, i'm ready since birth, huh
Every year, i take back my territory