Il a enfilé le pare-balles pour rigoler Il a acheté une Kalash' pour s'épauler Il gratte, il piste depuis écolier, à la zone, à la zone les gens sont affolés Tous les parents disent "Ne traîne pas avec lui" Il boit, il fume, il rentre après minuit Les flics sont venus en bas de chez lui Les filles du tieks bandent tous sur lui Quand tu jouais au foot lui il fumait des joints Quand tu revenais d'l'école il ouvrait le charbon Tout l'monde le connaît il a retourné l'quartier Y'a ceux qui l'aimaient pas, y'a ceux qui disaient qu'c'est un bon Il fait les choses bien, il a pas peur d'la bagarre On l'a tous vu ouvrir des arcades Ils aimeraient tous le voir au placard Frapper en moto, finir sur un brancard Il fait ses petits sous, il investit Il donne quand tu lui demandes un stick On voit que tous les grands l'estiment Mais pour eux ça reste un petit Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier Le gérant ramène la recette au patron Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier C'est 1. 3. 5 on parle pas trop Y'a beaucoup de jaloux Qui lui mettent l'œil quand il sort une loc' Pour lui c'est la fête, un Fe-fe, un gros pét' Au feu rouge les gens ils bloquent Parfois trop sévère, grand cœur de pierre mais quand il peut il donne Il s'fait pas remarquer, il veut péter l'million et les gens croyent qu'il dorme Quand il s'embrouille, faut pas s'en mêler Il porte ses couilles seul dans la mêlée C'est par les journaux qu'on apprend Que dans de grosses histoires il est mêlé Le petit a grandit mais il joue pas le bandit Il s'fait discret, il a fait louer le "hazi" Il fait l'signe JuL, il dit que c'est magique Il s'fait des gros joints en écoutant ma 'sique Il s'méfie d'tout, des paroles, des regards Il a branché le brouilleur à l'allume-cigare Gamberge aux ennemis jusqu'à très tard Il sait plus, il s'perd comme dans un brouillard Il textote en PGP, sur l'autoroute sa voiture rattrape le TGV Y'a marqué "voyou" sur son CV, tout en liquide rien dans la CB Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier Le gérant emmène la recette au patron C'est 1. 3. 5 on parle pas trop (Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier) Y'a l'guetteur, l'charbonneur et l'portier Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier Y'a l'vol, la minche ou l'quartier Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier Le gérant emmène la recette au patron Ouais c'est comme ça au quartier C'est 1. 3. 5 on parle pas trop C'que je dis, c'est pas du mytho C'que je fais, c'est d'la qualité Si tu es un traître c'est BDH Si t'es le sang c'est Carnalito Moi j'fais pas l'Vito, la galère j'fais que l'éviter Parle pas d'amour, nous on pense qu'à s'le vider Si tu t'ressens, c'est qu'dans l'fond on s'ressemble J'm'étais dit "Si un jour je perce, interdit que je fasse comme eux" C'que j'veux c'est rendre heureux ma mère et rabaisser tous ces morveux

(Niye girdin rüyama?) Bu ev sensiz bomboş, ya İyice benzedi uzay boşluğuna Satılığa çıkardım aslında ama bırakamadığım onca hatıra Çalmaz artık bur'da doksanlar Görenler der, "Sana n'olmuş ya?" Ben ıslak kaldım poyrazda Hainlere doysam da Basamazdım gaza korkumdan Sen otururken yan koltuğumda Hareket edemezdim uyurken Çünkü çok mutluydun koynumda Çıkmazdık hiç Bodrum'dan Dolardı senle tüm boşluklar Bi' sandalyede sevişmektendi Bacaklarındaki morluklar Çok yalnızım ben, yokluğunda, ya Sen yine gelirdin her kovduğumda, ya Üstüme yapıştı zorluklar, ya Mantık, kararım olduğunda (Niye girdin rüyama?) Arkadaşlarım çoktan gitmiş Bi' tek ben kalmışım bur'da Senden başka yokmuş hiç dostum Her şey yalanmış oysa Arkadaşlarım çoktan gitmiş Bi' tek ben kalmışım bur'da Senden başka yokmuş hiç dostum Her şey yalanmış oysa Bir güneş gibiydin Doğup girdin dünyama Bitmeyecek gibiydik Niye girdin rüyama? Bu ev sensiz bomboş ya Peşinden zor koşmak Her şey çoktan bitmiş zaten Daha fazla yok boş laf Ne zaman dışarıya çıksam Evi anımsarım hızla Değil herkes kıskanç ama ben Kalıyorum dımdızlak Bir cigaram bir sarhoşluğum Sızmışım yine bir bar sonu Hatırlamıyorum ben sonunu Kesin deli etmişimdir garsonu Bir bahçem bir de balkonum (Yes) Bir bakcan ben yokum (Of) Enkazla biter yolum (Of!) Bir anda gider kolum (Ey) Arkadaşlarım çoktan gitmiş Bi' tek ben kalmışım bur'da Senden başka yokmuş hiç dostum Her şey yalanmış oysa Arkadaşlarım çoktan gitmiş Bi' tek ben kalmışım bur'da Senden başka yokmuş hiç dostum Her şey yalanmış oysa Bir güneş gibiydin Doğup girdin dünyama Bitmeyecek gibiydik Niye girdin rüyama? Niye girdin rüyama? Niye? Yine girdin rüyama Ah! Niye girdin rüyama? Niye girdin rüyama? Niye girdin rüyama?

Uh Yeah Ayy, ayy SooWoo Kill a nigga, voodoo Nigga tryna fonk, I get paid more than you do (nerd) I'm top ten, cook a nigga, bowl of noodles Niggas' whole clique soft, one pit' and four poodles (Yeah) Better not push me, I'm to the edge (I'm to the edge) Niggas tryna bang, now he dead (Nerd) Free the home team, fuck feds (Yeah) You can find me somewhere in the post gettin' bread (Huh?) Uh, double G's, but it's Louis (Louis) I'll smoke a nigga real quick, he a doobie Ratchet lil' bitch want Salute Me or Shoot Me Stand under the hoop, I got vert', Lil Uzi (Bang) P Funk, nigga, this clique business (Clique business) Brodie, if you got a problem, then I'm in it On your corner with a rocket like Kelly Olynk (Huh?) Would call you back, but this bitch hit different (Yeah) Stupid, ayy, peep this too I'm with a lil' bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it) I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah) My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin' through (Nigga) Shooters diss, if I lose, it's a fluke (Yeah) Jumpman, pull a skit, can't hoop (Yeah) SS, grab the G's, we the truth (Truth) SS1, 30G (Nigga) Touch who? Get thirty-three (Bah-bah) Fade who? Nigga, get cheese (Huh?) Dick ain't free 'til you bring it home to me (Ho) Thug life, ex-bitches downgraded (Yeah) They can see me gettin' through, still wouldn't even make a statement I'm the greatest, I'll bet forty thou' that I make it (Yeah) Left the bitch high maintenance after fuckin' with the player (Word) Great aim, niggas got on fake chains, can't hang You ain't never shot a stick, can't gang Fuck an HK, I been on point since a rookie (A rookie) If I ever see a what's-his-name, I'ma cook him (Bitch) Big B's, niggas got bitch T's Type of niggas throw fits, you gon' get the bitch free When it come to me, I let it off if I please Won't freeze, if the cops see me, I'm gettin' ski Stupid, ayy, peep this too I'm with a lil' bitch tryna see my troops (Tryna see it) I really lick quick, you can see I shoot (Yeah, yeah) My brother pass the tool, we tryna crash the clue Ah, ayy, ayy, we gettin' through (Nigga) Shooters diss, if I lose, it's a fluke (Yeah) Jumpman, pull a skit, can't hoop (Yeah) SS, grab the G's, we the truth (Truth)

Ayy, ayy That's just 1G (yeah-yeah) Ayy Ayy, it's fuck the police and your mama if you ask me I recognize niggas 'fore they turn into an athlete You took it there, I'm just tryna Heem, word to Bambi She want a loyal nigga, well, that's something that I can't be 14, tooly in my jeans, hella ashy I don't know these bitches, I'ma call 'em all Ashley Yeah, I got the tooly at the table, but I'm classy Belly me a nigga, make him wish he got his ass beat 15, glicky in my drawers, I'm a lost cause Niggas couldn't see me from the hip, and I gotta pause Hit singers, ask 'em where they from, bet they all pause Niggas that I'm with might look soft, but they all dogs Hot sauce, tryna eat the human when I lock jaws Rockstars, it ain't even rap, I'll rock y'all Talking to the pigs, get y'all niggas fucked with hotdog Been gangbanging, who the fuck is all these oddballs? (Weirdos) Keep a Charlie, I don't wanna hurt nobody, nigga I'm just tryna catch a vibe or a body, ugh Keep a Charlie, bitch, I got a chopper on me It go womp-wah-womp-womp and flip the whole party, uh If it's on me, fold a nigga, origami Nigga say he got a Tommy, should've shot it when he saw me Shit, if Pookie in the room, probably fuck her in the lobby I'm a gang member, bitch, so you know I got it on me, ugh Kony, I don't do the Heem or D'USSÉ Living in the funk, what the fuck is a suitcase? Been tryna kick it like her first name Lupe I do say my brother got a song on 2K A travel pass, take your ass home with y'all traveling ass Kony got a cougar, put the .40 in her fanny bag I'ma have to kill 'em if he sing with your jagged ass Cherry Clan, cherry air it, slide with your gambling ass Bitch, please, think 'fore you speak or get bitch-slapped Kick back, when he come outside, we gon' rip that Hundred-somethin' shells, drown a nigga while they dispatch Shoot first king, never lie, I was with straps Deray hella geekin', Jody clutchin' a cobra Fleecy blow a nigga whip up like shook-up soda YG move mean, try to move a little colder All this paper on a nigga got me feeling like a folder, ugh Keep a Charlie, I don't wanna hurt nobody, nigga I'm just tryna catch a vibe or a body, ugh Keep a Charlie, bitch, I got a chopper on me It go womp-wah-womp-womp and flip the whole party, uh If it's on me, fold a nigga, origami Nigga say he got a Tommy, should've shot it when he saw me Shit, if Pookie in the room, probably fuck her in the lobby I'm a gang member, bitch, so you know I got it on me, ugh Bitch! (Yeah-yeah)

دەردم زۆرە جا دەکەم زاری خۆ دەکەم زار و بێ قەراری دەردم زۆرە جا دەکەم زاری خۆ دەکەم زار و بێ قەراری چی بکەم تۆ لە من بۆ چ بێزاری تۆ وەنەوشەی ئەوەڵ بەهاری تۆ وەنەوشەی ئەوەڵ بەهاری خۆم بە قوربان سوخمەی کۆنی وەک مێخەکبەند دەڕوات بۆنی جا هاتووم بزانم چلۆنی وێنەی شەمامە بە بۆنی وێنەی شەمامە بە بۆنی سینەت باغ و باخچەی ئیرەم سەیرانگاهای ڕۆم و عەجەم سینەت باغ و باخچەی ئیرەم سەیرانگاهای ڕۆم و عەجەم ناڕۆم تاکو ماچت نەکەم تۆ وەنەوشەی ئەوەڵ بەهاری تۆ وەنەوشەی ئەوەڵ بەهاری خۆم بە قوربان ئەو چاوانە چاوی تۆ دەرد و دەرمانە جا کوشتومت هەر خۆت بیزانە دەرمانم کە وەیڕۆ بەو پەنجانە دەرمانم کە بەو پەنجانە