[Verse 1 : N.O.S]
They all ask me for help
But I'm nothing without this cash
I roll up so that this blunt sweeps me
Crooked, crooked by Corbeil
I'm a bit scared for myself, a lot for you
I try to soften myself but human beings make me evil
There's still a few good people left so I keep a bit of hope
I wouldn't be the same without my people or evil
I walk around the room, at night I ride around the city
A gourd, I turn alcoholic when this fucking life bothers me
And if this life isn't fine, I won't fuck it
I don't want to be like the king, I'm worth more than that
Nervous like a team without liquid
I look for happiness, I sink in the void
Time passes on your face, the chronometer worries me
I see the world a bit upside down
I attract white bitches with black feelings

[Hook : Ademo]
I got the bullets, I don't act like a hoe
Don't give a fuck if you talk too much
Hmm the street will damage you
You know that, don't mess around
It's AD that teases you
Boy don't act tough come like Kaká
A bit overexcited, a weird back like Blanka
Under the influence of Jamaica I take out a blunt like Sanka

[Verse 2 : Ademo]
I put my cap on, it will always remind me
Of that time where I used to sell dope
I soften the flow, the look so hard
I destroyed myself while building a future for my people
I question myself with tears in my wine
I used to say "My shadow, you know, you should run away"
As if she knew what I would become
I only have tics when I smell money
I hide myself, I directly count the cash in my room
Like yesterday, like tomorrow, like the day before
Nothing changes except that I'm even older
I'm still gang, in my 30's, I still say bang
She remembers my strokes
On Triple Chain Gang
I smoke and I go do press-ups
I take out my dick in overtime
I'm serene in this rented body
I'm at 100% of my 10%
Eyes for an eye and mouth on my glans
And I go from the greens to the hundred bills
Heart not that white yet I still pray
I smile, I'm not hungry for gold
There's very few angels to back me up

[Hook : Ademo]
I got the bullets, I don't act like a hoe
Don't give a fuck if you talk too much
Hmm the street will damage you
You know that, don't mess around
It's AD that teases you
Boy don't act tough come like Kaká
A bit overexcited, a weird back like Blanka
Under the influence of Jamaica I take out a blunt like Sanka