[KVRA]
2K on the track, bitch
I came out of nowhere, I made a Denzel-style entrance
In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I’m not going to lower my jeans
[KVRA]
In 2015, I was already making the sign (ah)
7 years later, I find myself rapping with the J (bobo bobo bow)
I still haven’t moved, almost twentieth candle (ya, ya)
I rob, I will rob the bailiffs if they want to dislodge us
The heaviness of worries, stuck in a home
Where even big fish end up drowned (akha)
Sometimes, I wonder if it really pays to be niya
We are kalashé from Toul, to Massilia
I pass the weed to the old man so that he doesn’t come up against the Winston (Winston)
The cam is strong, all the junkies are stoned
I get a ticket, I don’t go to Boston
I??? the controllers, it’s no longer me who holds the stand
I saw all the roundabouts of misery while turning into a stunt
Too much rage, I make the whole stadium scream (the whole stadium)
We grew up in the middle of the rings
There are only usurpers, get me in the ring
I come from a moldy place
The cops in my city, they are corrupt like the referees at the CAN
There’s even the son of a deputy who comes to our house caught on cam
I know it can blow up at any time, I just have to keep my calm
I told you “Stay two meters away from me if you stink of Heineken”
I understood that you have to be patient like a con who wants to fuck
My brothers, they’re all scorers
In the surface, there are only Harry Kanes
[KVRA]
In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I’m not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for scoundrels who can’t dance
Without doing a study, who have big files
One less chico, frowning
Those who keep their minds even during the trial
[July]
Fool around, there’s no more gasoline
Than with broken heads even when it’s not Halloween (even when it’s not Halloween)
No matter how much you show it, if they pay attention to you today, tomorrow you won’t win
I know that it shoots, no need for Call Of
After months full-time, the kid took out a kalash
Tarpin time that schmitts turn around
Bep, bep, bep, when there is marriage
Don’t hide your face
If nobody gives it to you, you don’t give it to them
You let them drink the cup
The others, basically
You made the whore there, don’t give me a kiss or
Your head, I break it
Gassed in the cash register, the little ones raise their hands
Tmenik, we’re going to make bumps on your head
The street in the blood, I saw terrible things
My friend he comes to separate you, he wants a head, boss uh
I’m leaving solo but don’t worry, I’m not alone
I can’t act like I’m fine, right now that’s not it
My head is full but my heart is not dirty
More than 100 certificates, I’m still not well when I meet the Passat
They aren’t many when it’s hot, I felt it
But don’t worry, you way we’re going to get healthy again
I do everything with a white heart so that they leave me in peace
You’re doing good, I don’t see many representing me
There, I’m gassed in the Italian car
Tracksuit of Casio payments???
Still in tap dancing, I put aside the whales
Here, it lifts the cages with the Allen key
[KVRA]
In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I’m not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for scoundrels who can’t dance
Without doing a study, who have big files
One less chico, frowning
Those who keep their minds even during the trial (eh, eh)
[KVRA & Jul]
I call her in FaceTime, I couldn’t scratch the spoken word
I’m masked but they recognize me by my build
The future is mapped out like the ??? on the aluminum
Like in TMax on my street/i>
Dedication to the elders who robbed gas stations
Or to the little ones who commit crimes without a license
Fuck the race to the bastards who did me a disservice
Fuck the men’s strippers, yeah we surrounded them
It’s Kara on the mic, no it’s not America
It’s us, we manage the city, it’s not the town hall
It’s Ju-Ju-Jul on the mic, I come like Tommy Egan
Touch one of ours, it tumbles like hooligans
[KVRA]
Tüm belalarımı döktüm şişeye
Sokaklar boş tüm takım içerde
Özgürlüğü aradım ama bilmiyorum ner’de, ama bilmiyorum ner’de?
Bir haftadır yatmadım gözlerim yanıyor
Düz yürüsek bile Fransa bize istemiyor (eh, bizi istemiyor)
[KVRA]
In dark alleys, very far from Medina
But I feel powerful when I bend up there
I represent the suburbs like Zinedine
Even if you increase the amount, I’m not going to lower my jeans
This sound is for scoundrels who can’t dance
Without doing a study, who have big files
One less chico, frowning
Those who keep their minds even during the trial (eh, eh)