Yet we hustle hell
You never see traitors coming
It's like a riot squad hit
Downstairs, yeah I'm holding up the walls
I got too much love for the cash
There're clients for some weed
They could even rob their mom
I tell my life, and at the same time
I tell everybody's
Profit's climbing, the thugs
Wear Mona Lisa's smile
We wanna become big dealers
Sad life, we were soccer kids at first
Us to become lawyers
And we ended up cuffed by the cops
I'll get home tonight
I'll get home tonight
All my life I've just hung around
All my life I've just hung out
With girls I'm not that smooth
But I respect women
'Cause I got a mom and sisters
Rap's less hustle
So in the studio I gotta deliver
Grigny is empty, bros
When are they getting out
On the contrary it splits
They called you a chlah
When you were in the crisis
And now you're getting out
Those sons of b*tches ain't happy
'Cause life grossed us out
I'll get home tonight
I'll get home tonight
All my life I've just hung around
All my life I've just hung out
I'll get home tonight
I'll get home tonight