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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah-eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah-eh, Keo
Eh, Keo
Eh-eh-eh
Bando Boyz for the life (yeah-eh)
Yeah yeah

I don't have it, I'm still at it (no, no, no, no)
It's winter, selling yayo
The hope of the camels
I used to sell dope in the hood (hood)
And now ice around my neck (yeah, yeah)

Cold every time I slept on the floor
I didn't have dates, it was just to sell wind
I'm not still, training day
So much time I've lost losing my breath

Since I took flight, I crashed
I don't have owners
I don't have steps, I have dreams
I don't want shine if not for the flash (Keo)
If I stop, I run over myself and I've always wanted that

Baby, I love you (Keo), but I don't know when (no)
Anxiety shows to get you back on all fours
It's cold in my room, even the pictures cry
Not for what I talk about, but for what I keep

Don't talk to me about that, it drives me crazy
I also have my faults
What I haven't fixed, I have calluses
I don't know what I'm doing, it's not clear anymore
I want to be better in this, but I keep comparing myself

I'm with a gorilla and coke in the kitchen (yeah)
And even if I make a million, I'll cook if you want
I'm a bando killa, whip it like Katrina
My mind silver, everything is machined

I don't know what I'm doing with my life (no, no)
And my buddy looking for a way out
Selling chicken through the window
And at night, sleeping with the neighbor

A couple of buddies careful with the medicine
If they catch you, silent with the police
My boy is awake at night with merchandise (yeah, yeah)
Taking turns, lighting up a sativa

List of life (dope), black is in mine (dope, pa)
I didn't go back to the hole I came from
I want to take you to Rome and give you in Villa Torttelina
With a Ferrari, you and me in a water bath

My black is waiting for a sentence and doesn't feel anything anymore
Dead in a cell and eating with hatred and dinner (fuck)
I stopped crying because it didn't give pity
I want to see Troy burn, see the wood crackle (no, no)

Street code, I know all the signs (oh God)
Ah, the kings who taught me
He told me: Get into the music, it's not worth it
Those gangsters are cream and lucky for those who get involved (yo, Keo)

If they want me, it's not for me, it's for what I do
So tell me, baby, what do I do if I don't buy you expensive things?
After this, I'm not sure of my worth
If I'm good for a few and bad for many others

Locked up in a cell with my demons
Asking for support and to leave me alone when I'm with that girl (shh, no)
I've been confused for a long time, tell me honestly today
I fuck you well since autumn

Lit in a Cadic with my Capricorn (skrr, skrr)
The love-hate relationship with my sheets
I'm training to get into that dojo (pa, grr)
And I'm going to do it because it's obvious (Keo)

The heart frozen, the head sideways (wuh, wuh, wuh)
Socially marginalized, I go with my swagger
We are coming to selling dope, and my brothers with my sound
And that's how we'll continue until you're locked up

Half of my calluses, I haven't processed them (oh, oh)
Tell me you'll be here even if I haven't thought about it
If one day I'm happy, I want to kiss you in love
Call me, neglecting you has killed me