Kayssoni the lawyer, wants payment for a new swagger The police arrested me, tortured me, but I didn't give in A poor girl in the neighborhood, not enough to live on We saved for work, always collecting a lot of paperwork Come on, I finished the album, found my head in the booth Focused on the Bic pen, my heart facing the microphone all the time Met people I didn't even know, not even in my dreams Who has money or fame doesn't bother me Each leads their own life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A remote bungalow, oh yeah In the middle of nowhere, I poured my heart out Used Autotune, as if I'm drowning in money, yeah Bro, it's going fast, oh yeah Bro, it's going fast, oh yeah Looking in my city, made me accumulate the past I hid 15 hours studying, and then we party in the alleys Escaping from trouble in the streets of Loubila to Mhamid I want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Studying but not cool What will I do with a prostitute? I want a clever deal I will settle in the Moroccan rap game like Stalin Is my back protected, can I say it all? Studying but not cool What will I do with a prostitute? I want a clever deal I will settle in the Moroccan rap game like Stalin Is my back protected, can I say it all? Drugs and parties, my friend Things are fine when you're dressed properly, whether it's real or pretense No life, my friend In the streets, we're fourteen, the neighborhood is in crisis, my friend It's a mess everywhere, bro Day and night they plot against us Those who once stood by us Thank God, we're not truly alone, bro They plot what they see For your girl, they have everything She wanted a real man, but found a fraud Each leads their own life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A remote bungalow, oh yeah In the middle of nowhere, I poured my heart out Used Autotune, as if I'm drowning in money, yeah Bro, it's going fast, oh yeah Bro, it's going fast, oh yeah Looking in my city, made me accumulate the past I hid Fifteen years I spent at school, and then we hang out in Mhamid Escaping from trouble in the streets of Loubila to Mhamid I want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Studying but not cool What will I do with a prostitute? I want a clever deal I will settle in the Moroccan rap game like Stalin Is my back protected, can I say it all? Studying but not cool What will I do with a prostitute? I want a clever deal I will settle in the Moroccan rap game like Stalin Is my back protected, can I say it all?Kayssoni the lawyer, wants payment in a new Gucci Interrogating me, preying for me to confess Sakina poor in the neighborhood, wage not enough Saved ourselves a job, even Samir brought us a lot of paperwork Come on, I worked on my album, found myself in the booth Holding onto a Bic pen, my heart facing the microphone TLM always present Many people I met, none had anything to offer Those with charisma or crosses can't disturb me Each person lives their life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In the void, I breathe Autotune even though I fancy land, yeah Bro, time flies, oh yeah Hey, time flies, oh yeah Searching in my city, left me accumulating past buried dreams 15 years I entered school with empty hands I pulled myself out of the mud of Loubila street in Mhamid Want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Enter the void What will I do, with some cunning, I want a sly move Claiming my place in Moroccan rap like Stalin Life tested me while I endure, tell me where I stand? Enter the void What will I do, with some cunning, I want a sly move Claiming my place in Moroccan rap like Stalin Life tested me while I endure, tell me where I stand? Drugs and vice, my friend They come demanding that I dress correctly but they're fake, no doubt No life, my friend In the crisis, we got hit at fourteen, in the street, it's tough, my friend Everything is a mess, bro Day and night we're lost Those who stayed in our house lost their way Thank God, not alone, bro They spy on what they see For your girl, he's everything she needs She wanted a man but found a fraud I've seen his son, she wanted him to succeed Each person lives their life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In the void, I breathe Autotune even though I fancy land, yeah Bro, time flies, oh yeah Hey, time flies, oh yeah Searching in my city, left me accumulating past buried dreams 15 years I entered school with empty hands I pulled myself out of the mud of Loubila street in Mhamid Want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Enter the void What will I do, with some cunning, I want a sly move Claiming my place in Moroccan rap like Stalin Life tested me while I endure, tell me where I stand? Enter the void What will I do, with some cunning, I want a sly move Claiming my place in Moroccan rap like Stalin Life tested me while I endure, tell me where I stand?Rub the lawyer's shoulder, want payment for a new horn Disturbed by the audio, won't confess the details Poor and lonely in the neighborhood, salary isn't enough Saved work, but Samir helped me with lots of paperwork Come on, I released an album, found my head in the booth Focused on this Bic pen, my heart facing the microphone all the time Met people who don't have much to offer, not even their religion The one who has a club or a cross can't bother me But each person leads their life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In another world, emptied by Autotune, even though you loved sailing, yeah Brother, it goes fast, oh yeah Brothers, it's fast, oh yeah Looking for me in my city, left me accumulating past mistakes 15 years before school, wasted my time Cut through the streets of Loubila, from Mhamid to nowhere Want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Wasted my time But what will I do with a girl wanting easy money? Recognize me in Moroccan rap like Stalin Controling my life while I wait, will you say the line? Wasted my time But what will I do with a girl wanting easy money? Recognize me in Moroccan rap like Stalin Controling my life while I wait, will you say the line? Drugs and nonsense, mate They all come to me with the right clothes as if they're real, my friend Zero life, mate Fourteen guns in the blast, in my street, it's a crisis, my friend It's a mess everywhere, bro Day and night they search Those who come to our home will regret it Thank God, not alone, bro They criticize what they see For your girl, she has everything she needs She wanted a man and found something fake Her son's miserable But each person leads their life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In another world, emptied by Autotune, even though you loved sailing, yeah Brother, it goes fast, oh yeah Brothers, it's fast, oh yeah Looking for me in my city, left me accumulating past mistakes 15 years before school, wasted my time Cut through the streets of Loubila, from Mhamid to nowhere Want to be a man like Younes or Hamid Wasted my time But what will I do with a girl wanting easy money? Recognize me in Moroccan rap like Stalin Controling my life while I wait, will you say the line? Wasted my time But what will I do with a girl wanting easy money? Recognize me in Moroccan rap like Stalin Controling my life while I wait, will you say the line?You need a lawyer, want payment for a new car Torture and intimidate me, don't give me a chance to confess Sakina is poor in the neighborhood, not enough salary We save up work, all our documents without a lot of paper Come on, I finished the album, found myself in the booth Fixated on a Bic pen, my heart facing the microphone, all the classics Found people here with no manners, not even respecting religion Someone with no conscience, a cross or kippah can't bother me Because each one leads their own life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In a blast, an empty soul, brought out Autotune, even if it's expensive, yeah Bro, it goes fast, oh yeah Sis, it goes fast, oh yeah Looking for trouble in my city, allowed me to accumulate what I've left behind 15 years, I entered school with a heavy bag He carried the package from Loubila's street to Mhamid He wants me to be a man like Younes or Hamid With a heavy bag but lean What will I do, with some shady person wanting an evil deal I submerge myself in Moroccan rap like Stalin They say my back hurts and I must endure, should I say my last line? With a heavy bag but lean What will I do, with some shady person wanting an evil deal I submerge myself in Moroccan rap like Stalin They say my back hurts and I must endure, should I say my last line? Drugs and parties, man They come dressed correctly, acting real, for God's sake No life, man In a blast, the police caught us, fourteen of us, in trouble, man It's all a mess, bro Day and night we're struggling Those who have a place to stay will keep it Thank God, we're not alone, bro They envy what they see Your girl has all she needs She wanted a man, but got a counterfeit His son died, she wanted him to come back Because each one leads their own life, yeah Palace or villa, yeah A distant bungalow, oh yeah In a blast, an empty soul, brought out Autotune, even if it's expensive, yeah Bro, it goes fast, oh yeah Sis, it goes fast, oh yeah Looking for trouble in my city, allowed me to accumulate what I've left behind 15 years, I entered school with a heavy bag He carried the package from Loubila's street to Mhamid He wants me to be a man like Younes or Hamid With a heavy bag but lean What will I do, with some shady person wanting an evil deal I submerge myself in Moroccan rap like Stalin They say my back hurts and I must endure, should I say my last line? With a heavy bag but lean What will I do, with some shady person wanting an evil deal I submerge myself in Moroccan rap like Stalin They say my back hurts and I must endure, should I say my last line?