Ooh
Ooh
Bellek track
Aye ah
Hands dirty like the central jails
The troubles arrive at the same time
Makes you wonder if they communicate between themselves
Over here you don't talk about getting each other's back
They deal you sucker punches in secret
Car loaded, nothing hidden, I'm in front of the anti-crime squad, stressed out
So I take off at full speed, police chase in the streets of Roubaix
I take two or three closed roads
Left-right, they lose me
Too many times my pockets have been empty so I won't have my hands being empty
I'm tatted with scars, it shouldn't come as a surprise that I'm so talented
A million for my guys isn't enough
There are some things that cannot be forgiven nor forgotten
She says I'm not loyal like a lighter (motherfucker)
Who makes all the bags in the city
Even when it's not quality, everything sells
You can say anything you want
During a police chase, you run fast like a cheetah
She says I'm not loyal, like a lighter
Who makes all the bags in the city
Even when it's not quality, everything sells
Got millions of listeners but I'm in the ghetto
You want some zep weed in the north? ZKR's your guy
A cross to find the right balance
They're screwing hard from all sides
Even when it's not top quality, it still sells
This goddamn luck smiles upside down at me
I don't really know if it's because of the way people look at me
Anyway, I crashed the RS
Full of zeros in the account but I'm in the hood
I could move there if I want
Living on the Champs-Elysées but I prefer barbecue from the ghetto
I'm there at midnight but I'm not there
If there are cops
I'm in the BM, shifting gears with my balls
In the hotel with a bitch, my bag
I take her along on all my rounds
She can steal from me
I keep her on me even if she's being a bitch
Man, we'll talk later in the evening, right now I don't have time, I've got to be on my way to peddle
At the moment, there's work going on in the oven, I'll release an album at the end of summer
You think life is good, come take a look at what goes on inside the job
They just confiscated my ride, and my sister-in-law got beat up
You can say anything you want
During a police chase, you run fast like a cheetah
She says I'm not loyal, like a lighter
Who makes all the bags in the city
Even when it's not quality, everything sells
Got millions of listeners but I'm in the ghetto
You want some zep weed in the north? Talk to ZKR
A cross to find the right balance
They're screwing hard from all sides
Even when it's not top quality, it still sells
Hey yo Koba, in Roubaix it's become gloomy like it is in Evry
Nothing good happens to them, it's no surprise, they're embittered
Over here, we're building an empire over debris
Crying on corpses, rarely acquitted
The future is troubling but I'm counting only on God to help me
When I think of the money of all these clients
It's so hard to not give in
To not be overwhelmed, son of a bitch
You can say anything you want
During a police chase, you run fast like a cheetah
She says I'm not loyal, like a lighter
Who makes all the bags in the city
Even when it's not quality, everything moves
Got millions of listeners but I'm in the ghetto
You want some zep weed in the north? There's ZKR
A cross to find the right balance
They're screwing hard from all sides
Even when it's not top quality, it sells