Reuf Version Five

This one's for the brothers of Five, uh huh
The Crew
S-Crew
Bro
This is for my brothers and sisters from another mother
We've earned the status of family
My bro's always had my back
I’ll keep lying to his girlfriend
My mom can yell at him like he’s her own son
If he gets into a fight, I’ll jump right in (yeah!)
Even if my clothes are expensive, it’s the same
Even if he’s the one who started the trouble
It’s true he’s not realistic, it pisses me off to see him
Let down his parents and waste his time
We’re thirty on the list, we roll up to the club
One of us can’t get in? Nobody gets in!
I’m the only one who sees you when your hair’s not straightened
Our crew was huge in high school, and you know it
In my crew, there were almost only burned-out heads
I was the one sent to look civilized
Emergency rooms, weddings, births
Lawsuits, sleepless nights, and catnaps
All my friends have it in them
But you can’t see it like a pregnancy denial
This is for my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, we fuck the traitors
Traitors, we fuck them
The real ones, not the fakes
The Crew baby, bro, Seine Zoo
I spent my teenage years stealing secretly
If I told you I regret it, I’d be lying
Now I know you could get caught tomorrow
And nothing beats the feeling of living peacefully
Life is just a stopover, and your body is just a loan
You complain, but think about death because it’s even worse
Big struggles, we climbed the fences of buildings
To crash in stairwells to sleep
We were together to turn things upside down everywhere
To mess with security, you need to keep your cool
I know the emptiness it leaves in you
Without my most loyal friend, I’d probably be homeless
This is for my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, we fuck the traitors
With my crew, we just annoyed the world
On the road of friendship, I made some great connections
But I grew up, no need to alert you, mom
When we go off on our tangents, we look so dumb
I was just a kid when my Kabyles called me "Fennec"
S-Crew, 2001, baby
Back then, we didn’t need to call each other
To get in touch, you had to whistle under the windows
We give each other so much, we’re even
Raw language when we get wasted
Open bar, we burn it down as a team
Open mic, we burn it down as a team
My best friend wears a hijab, she’s cute
I don’t open my door to just anyone, I don’t give a damn
I put all my homies in my videos
Even those who look like Igor
We learned to become men
Here, life hits you hard
I tell myself we need to look out for each other
While my friends sleep around me
This is for my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, hey hey
I’m talking about my bros, the real ones, not the fakes
Brothers, not just friends, we fuck the traitors
My bros
My bros
My bros
My bros
My bros
$-Crew!