[Verse 1 : Ademo]

Eh Nabil, we’re leaving, far from these fake guys, yeah yeah down stairs

You remember, the anti crime brigade would say to us : you two brothers, we’ll get you

But we master the technique, 24/7 on the dope spot

These rappers are acting, never lived half the stuff

That we lived, chica, chico, chico loco

We’re leaving for Salou or for Zrce Beach

There’s bitches еverywhere, wе, we’re drunk, we’re fighting on the beach

We’re picking up some fat asses, yeah move your big titties, don’t be ashamed

We still drink QLF at the VIP section

We lose sight of each other, we find each other back, when there’s a figth, bitch, we avoid you

Tonight we’re loosing sight of you because of a fight

Because of Taktak, it’s ghetto, bim

Yeah the legend is here, ask Gagarine

In the 9-4, I bangbang, ask the anti crime brigade

Ask “yeux bleus”, ask the streets

Ask the 9-1, known before rap

We stabed, shot, sold drugs, in order to eat, you know nothing

Fuck your interviews, I could’ve been in one of your fucked up documentaries

[Chorus]

We had to aim for it, we had to aim for it, we had to do it

We had to struggle, we didn’t want to shine, we had to eat

The sky is gray, the sun is coming, we had to fight

Everything for the family, come on let’s get out of here, let’s ride

(Wouh wouh wouh wouh)

You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know (wouh)

And I’m leaving, and I’m leaving, and I’m leaving (wouh)

All year, homie, I’m under Amnesia (wouh)

And I’m leaving, and I’m leaving, and I’m leaving

[Verse 2 : N.O.S.]

My pen told me to grab the world, grab the world, grab the world

My street told me to grab the world, grab the world, grab the world

A blank stare, thousands of euros to get my view back

I’ve got the DEA on my back, homie, I don’t even turn around any more

Manny, my pockets will soon be full

You guys can leave me, my stack whispers to me “you’ll never be alone”

I want a new life for my F

Their victory has a taste of sperm, my defeat has a taste of cash

No time, to hate you

I count, I sell, kind of like before

Kind of like Adé

I’m counting over the money, I’m counting over my heart, I’m making my cream

Until the future no longer scares them

[Chorus]

We had to aim for it, we had to aim for it, we had to do it

We had to struggle, we didn’t want to shine, we had to eat

The sky is gray, the sun is coming, we had to fight

Everything for the family, come on let’s get out of here, let’s ride

(Wouh wouh wouh wouh)

You don’t know, you don’t know, you don’t know (wouh)

And I’m leaving, and I’m leaving, and I’m leaving (wouh)

All year, homie, I’m under Amnesia (wouh)

And I’m leaving, and I’m leaving, and I’m leaving