[Intro: Booba]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I'm so far away, the future is behind me (behind me, behind me, behind me)
[Verse 1: Booba]
I have all the contacts, let's get them some dough
The barrel is cold, it wants to speak in your ear
I hope I'll be ready for the day it sucks
I lost friends, real ones, many angels let me go
With the horde, gun in hand, in front of the party
I'm going to fall asleep in the morgue, wake up with a bullet in the head
I got stung likе a calf, how much is my future worth? I dunno
Let us see our sons, tell us thеy are dads
[Bridge 1: Booba]
Meanness doesn't pay, apparently it does
I have the impression that things are not going well, I cut the barrel with a saw
You honor the wrong flag, your standard lied to you
Pablo Escobar under the skin, you come out to serve a fiend
[Chorus: JSX & Booba]
Saint-Martin, Dutch side, floating packets, cocaina
A cheat code for crypto, give me two Mona Lisas
We'll have to smoke them first or it will turn into a tragedy
Diallo took 200 euros from me for a cheat code against bullets
I'm so far away, the future is behind me
I see everything in purple, in PayPal, half-negro, half-Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution, only dead ends in the summary
As in every execution
[Verse 2: JSX]
We go back up the road overloaded, we send the hash to my West Indians
Only cash in the network, give me two Mona Lisas
We'll have to smoke them first or it will turn into a tragedy
Zizou told me: “Take them down, it’ll bring us some bands”
What we started, we will finish it, you can ask Ibou
We light up your wizard (poh, poh) as long as Heaven is with us
Talking doesn't interest me, I prefer to put them all on their knees (hey, hey)
Chat with my 12 shots, maybe you'll interest him (pah, pah)
[Deck 2: JSX]
Meanness doesn't pay, however, I gained weight
Honda, JSX, number 10, Maradona
We smoked hope, you have to touch wood (pah, pah)
Fuck your abuse of power, in my place, it's the bullets that make the law
[Chorus: Booba & JSX]
Saint-Martin, Dutch side, floating packets, cocaina
A cheat code for crypto, give me two Mona Lisas
We'll have to smoke them first or it will turn into a tragedy
Diallo took 200 euros from me for a cheat code against bullets
I'm so far away, the future is behind me
I see everything in purple, in PayPal, half-negro, half-Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution, only dead ends in the summary
As in every execution
[Outro: Booba]
Floating packet, cocaine