Le patron

He put on a bulletproof vest for fun
He bought a Kalash' to have his back
He scratches, he tracks since he was a schoolboy
In the hood, in the hood people are panicked
All the parents say: Don't hang out with him

He drinks, he smokes, he comes home after midnight
The cops came to his place
The girls from the block are all into him
When you played soccer, he smoked joints

When you came back from school, he opened the charcoal
Everyone knows him, he turned the neighborhood around
There were those who didn't like him, there were those who said he's a good guy
He does things right, he's not afraid of a fight
We all saw him open up some cuts

They'd all like to see them locked up
Hitting on a bike, ending up on a stretcher
He makes his little money, he invests
He gives when you ask him for a joint
We see that all the big guys respect him

But for them, he's still a small fry
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood

It's 135, we don't talk too much
There are a lot of jealous ones
Who eye him when he takes out a car
For him, it's a party, a Fe-fe, a big hit
At the red light, people block
Sometimes too severe, a heart of stone
But when he can, he gives

He doesn't draw attention, he wants to make a million
And people think he's sleeping
When he gets into a fight, don't get involved
He stands up for himself alone in the melee
It's through the newspapers that we learn
That he's involved in big stories
The kid grew up but he doesn't play the bandit

He's discreet, he had the 7azi rented
He makes the JuL sign, says it's magical
He rolls big joints while listening to my music
He's wary of everything, words, looks
He connected the jammer to the cigarette lighter
He thinks about enemies until very late

He doesn't know anymore, he's lost in a fog
He texts in PGP, on the highway his car catches up with the TGV
It says thug on his resume, all in cash nothing in the bank
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
It's 135, we don't talk too much
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the lookout, the charcoal maker, and the bouncer
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
There's the flight, the snitch, or the neighborhood

Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
The manager brings the earnings to the boss
Yeah, that's how it is in the neighborhood
It's 135, we don't talk too much
What I say, it's not a lie
What I do, it's quality

If you're a traitor, it's BDH
If you're the blood, it's Carnalito
I don't play the Vito, I just avoid the struggle
Don't talk about love, we only think about emptying it
If you feel it, it's because deep down we're alike
I told myself if one day I make it, I forbid myself to be like them
What I want is to make my mother happy and put down all these snotty kids