.La mort ou tchitchi (La mort ou tchitchi)
Nos frères sont partis sans dire au r'voir (au r'voir)
Matrixé par l'époque Or Noir (Or Noir)
Touche à la mif', ça d'vient personnel (piou, piou)
Le succès, les problèmes me font perdre sommeil (gang)
à 15 piges, j'suis armé, j'ai pas.
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