Time flies faster than my Rolex
I think about the brothers who are condemned
Sixteenth arrondissement of Marseille
I'm attached to the northern neighborhoods
Mom told me you have to believe in your dreams
Even if you fall, you can't give up
I have truths on my lips
But there are words that want to ruin everything
Building turned off when the lights come on
Like that buddy who never found salvation
Who knocks on the saloon doors
Who gives everything he has
To put his sons at ease
Who gives everything he has
Who would dream of paradise for her parents
I left the life of a drug dealer
I no longer look out the window at six o'clock
On the ground, only Minors
Wasted youth starts at ten o'clock
I have principles and values
Like the old ones, I always have a good heart
All my friends are killers
Many of them left before their time
I've got the block in my skin
The whole village on my back
I see princes, you toads
When you look at the ghetto
The memories of the time
Remind me of the photo
Brothers left too soon
When money isn't in the middle
When father hasn't left the place
To see the nephews in good health
To be sober than on a joint of weed
From the Aou plan to La Casté'
We drink vodka, the baron has it broken
It's no use dwelling on the past
They destroyed the tower
We live life, we lost our friends
We live life, we lost our friends
Even in winter, in our ovens
They bring out the revolver, the coastal war
I swore we'd get a stiff
I swore we'd get a stiff
What haven't we seen of the neighborhood
What haven't we experienced of the neighborhood
The mothers in tears on the road
Each generation seeks
I've got the block in my skin
The whole village on my back
I see princes, you toads
When you look at the ghetto
The memories of the time
Remind me of the photo
Brothers left too soon
I'm in the stars with Pesquet
I talk to him about our risky livelihoods
From the P.L.A.N to Casté
You wear your balls or you're castrated
In the middle of devastated neighborhoods
The parents are waiting for a D pass
To get a diploma to polish
Mom brings the rice back to the mosque
Darling is scarier as a horoscope
The kids take out the guns to be strong
The look at the Moscow winter
It's whitening for the taxes
Mom, your son is a survivor
But will never forget the neighborhood
I won't stop singing it
With the Biggie from Marseille, the past
I spent the night again
Crying for my old friends
Those with whom I grew up
In these neighborhoods that we forget
I have the pen of the days of Rain
Because I'm overcome with nostalgia
It's Soprano from the Psy
I've got the neighborhood under my skin
The whole village on my back
I see princes, you toads
When you look at the ghetto
The memories of the time
Remind me of the photo
Brothers left too soon