Bro Bro

Yo', LF, OTE
Free Sufian, free El Cata, free La Zone
SJ

My soles were burning, I shine my shoes
On the street, rings on, pockets full but keep it cool
Money at night reveals while the smoke just pulls me in
It ain't Jordans, it's Air Force Ones, 357, goes "Bam!"
Switching up the data before you even know it's a scam
BTC since 2012, yeah, I'm a fan of the cash
Materials packed in the bag, M-17 from Paris
Sleepless shooter coming from Senegal and the other side of Mali
We’re logistics, not scammers
I don’t drive a BMW for the show
When we hit the port, the only thing that fails are the scanners
You want beef or to collaborate? Lol
If that’s your girl, tell her to stop riding my dick, yo
Stab the opp in the chest, shock
What I drop is a bop, yo'
I can’t tell lies, and you just sound worse
My enemies don’t want the shock
Guitar comes out, cops are called
Fuck, it’s the guys in skirts
They take hits outside the block

Yo', bro, bro, free Sufian
I got a plan for us to escape
Yo', yo', brosky, free La Zone
I live life waiting for forgiveness
Even though I always mess up, I piss on Satan
Soldiers with their feet on the ground
Green balaclava, I’m going to war

It’s three in the morning
Jeycob strolling down the street
They stop him with wet clothes
The GAR is half traumatized
The One didn’t say a word to the guards, fuck
LF baby, making chess moves to be on top
You on the street, you’re definitely a noob
It’s done, it’s done, you’re just a pawn
If they don’t push, the gift fades away
B J always does it all alone
Junkies sell even their cousin
My blood weighs heavy, and it’s not in rhymes
If Morad sings on stage, sparrows stay on the corners

The night brings out the paranoia
Life is real, your street is a joke
I act in Kifarah, let’s see who supports me
Opaque glass like it was Troy
Money in my blood like poison
My vocals burn like kerosene
Black gloves are for training
And the nitrile ones for when I hit the brakes
Sharp knife at the tip, Benzema
Sins long enough to burn me
You only suck for a track
The GAR at the door, UDYCO to the sea
Support in winter from Canada
We are La Florida, the pack
To get to Spain, they swim
They bring the tank and say: Kill

Yo', bro, bro, free Sufian
I got a plan for us to escape
Yo', yo', brosky, free La Zone
I live life waiting for forgiveness
Even though I always mess up, I piss on Satan
Soldiers with their feet on the ground
Green balaclava, I’m going to war

Free Sufian, hey free El Cata
LF, Sati, OTE, OTE, MDLR
SJ