Bakel City Gang

My best homie is gone, I'm fed up with this life
Demons come out at night, man, I'm a warrior of the night
Here it's all about the hustle, the cash, and the girls
Let them play their maracas, gorilla, thug, street dogs
92, no frills, I want pussy, cars, and food
The rest I leave to the losers, yeah, I let them drown hard
The vice is to stay sharp
The hate is visceral
Mother ship, military hawk, interstellar flow
Raise your hand if you got that jack, big asses at your place
Our girls are too sick, the dudes are losing their minds
Always climbing higher, harder I’m gonna fall
Knowledge is a weapon, I'm calibrated, so I ain't dumb
A Greek after midnight, what's up my gremlin crew
Euro dollars, US bucks, easy British pounds
The hood's going crazy, Olympic kopp, swag like Brahim Asloum, bam bam boom, the pussy's got doom

I’ve never been suicidal, even with nothing in the fridge, I’d rather fuck some moms in a paramilitary mode, I’m ready to shoot him or her, a criminal since the Minitel, flying on my own wings, b.a.k.e.l city gang

Facing your crew, don’t worry, one man adapts
Tell them to chill, no one's gonna sodomize Saddam, Saddam Hauts-de-Seine, Bakel City gangster, Guinea Conakry, Clamart is where I want to be buried
We lost our best soldier, I’m fed up with this life, I’ll shoot you like a cobra, (brrah) I’m pouring more on the hype
Life ain't a dream, in fact, I’m having nightmares, Versace on the polo, Versace on the suit
Don’t do business with my homies if you can’t handle it, my strike force is military, you talk like a headbutt sweep, go fuck your moms, I shoot for the head, I ain't aiming for the weak
If you’re a player, don’t act like a gangster in the street, you should’ve been there
I got nothing to prove, my record speaks against me
They got gods, we’re the godfathers
Easy train of vision, big bro in Paris, in Oz I’m adebisi!!

I’ve never been suicidal, even with nothing in the fridge, I’d rather fuck some moms in a paramilitary mode, I’m ready to shoot him or her, a criminal since the Minitel, flying on my own wings, b.a.k.e.l city gang

Add some zeros so we can settle, bearded like Carlos Boozer, it was just me in your ass, you thought we were a crew
I don’t say what I do, neither to my girl nor on Twitter
I’ll end up in jail, my teacher predicted it
No need to be a witch doctor to know I was going down, no need to turn on your radio at every red light, we’re here
I’m doing my time in the ZUP, when I bark, it whispers
France sees high, wears mini skirts, so I see her panties
The cops question you, remember when we told you to shut up
Aulnay-sous-Bois, the ASB comes down on you, no time to say "oops"
My bro was the best, I’m fed up with this life, all smarter than the highest rank of the BAC

Often I think about the struggle, man, I’m not really feeling it, the girls pay at the register, just real homies in the room....x2

I’ve never been suicidal, even with nothing in the fridge, I’d rather fuck some moms in a paramilitary mode, I’m ready to shoot him or her, a criminal since the Minitel, flying on my own wings, b.a.k.e.l city gang