Six thirty-one, I roll through, hide your stash, yeah
Guns under the bed, sweats on, not .31s for sure
Rapped a ton, never put cash in the gear
I trust God fully, me, always
I hang with people doing every kind of illegal stuff
Swear to you, watch out when you're driving with the toy
You could cross paths with some dudes
And if you sneak weed through the blocks, it pops off
I'm past thirty now, got the plaques, I take my time
This one’s for those who said I wouldn’t last long
You whine, you won't get in my heart by acting nice
If you’re still with me it’s 'cause my heart felt it
They think I’m a robot, tell ’em bro I feel everything
They see me small in the game, tell ’em Ju-Jul grew up
They know if it’s to help the bros, I take nothing
It calls you “bro” then ghosts you over pennies
Or for clout, or for bad vibes
Or dirty little shoves, leaves you solo even when you’re right
You know, don’t judge me if I’m weird sometimes
If I stay in my corner sometimes, I’ve seen too many leave
New life, new hood, new ride
Put the family safe, stash guns in the whip
You step out, they see you like a Brinks truck
I can’t cruise the dirt bike calm go “br-br-br-br” anymore
Bro, you get nothing, we gotta talk Hebrew to you
I think you’ll only get it once you face the trials
They say I killed it, that I shouldn’t hold back anymore
Bro, I’m not alone, I carry the family on my back and arms
While I’m aiming at them, don’t come recite ABC to me
Why you always put us down when chicks show up?
I’m just a rapper, I never squeezed the trigger
I only let my gun talk, when I aim I’m sharp
I ain’t the type to brag “I did this, I did that”
I see you as a dumb kid so you only deserve spankings
You see who’s around when the squad’s in deficit
Here, give a green light and you end up like roast chicken
I rep the hood, cones get sold on Telegram
The cash is green, only loud in the grinders
Our lives ain’t LOL, we don’t play LOL
He ate at your mom’s then loaded the shoulder gun
I’m new school, you know we f*ck the general
And you know if we roll sixty deep it won’t be funny
Balaclava, full helmet, doing runs in the hail
Freestyle, still shock ’em, snap their spine
Buzz, money, women, relax, we manage, Manny
I’m the Quechua generation in a German whip
Since the Vel’, they respect me, want a pic, the navy blues
I dress in D&P and smell Tom Ford mandarin
I dropped everything, you gotta fight to exist
Might finish on the Island of Beauty
Touch family, I end up dead or cuffed
Yo babe, don’t you wanna give me a kiss?
You know I don’t wanna be seen, live low-key like Zizou
Head in the clouds, I’m too old to show off
Overthinking in the bends, can’t even find my weed
We ride VTCs, no BAC and no BTC
Life experience counts, I want you to get it but you’re deaf
Invest in yourself, stack some cash
I wish you good, you wish me bad, go see a doctor
Dropped it all, seen friends dead or cuffed
While wandering I could’ve jumped, but Jul is here
I put on the Quechua, the Kalenji
When you spot the cops, bro, don’t be a snitch
When they hunt you after, don’t talk gibberish
My buddy drops me off, says “if anything, call, I’m close by”
They say I took a hit, that I wreck my head with balloons
They say I give hope to the inmates at Baumettes, Salon
They say I’m showing off, say I got a big head
Say yes too much, they get cocky, you gotta drop a little “no”
I’m up north, grabbing take-out in Feridhoo
The kid’s got nothing to do, he goes out and hustles
Not even shocking now: the bag, the G-Shock
Potion and jock, pulling up in a Range Evoque, nine years I’ve f*cked them up
What I’ve lived you’ll only see in movies
I come back in the game every time like Ragnar to the village
Tell SNEP, the platforms, I’m about to pillage
Go on, try to come in, security’s at the door
With a German shepherd and a pitbull behind the fence
See the love I get? I just give it back
Through ups and downs, thanks to those who stayed subscribed
You help people, wish ’em well? You’ve got a good soul
Missing hugs, missing bad girls
Missing vida loca, missing Europe, missing block parties
My bro saw a fine girl, said “her tonight I gotta bite”
It’s a shock, I don’t do rock or pop
I do Jul, I rap even when it’s freezing
Where I live, blood runs
Women in narcotics, they kill each other
Among the worn-out, they slug each other
You want a woman for life? You gotta maintain it
Your love has to be stronger than everything
You saw my life sealed: studio, Play and TV
I take care, drink water, leave the gym toned
They saw what I did, then they saw who I was
They tell me “keep your balls, and never change crew”
I’m making an album, looking for good weed to smoke
Don’t know what’s up, I’m kinda nostalgic right now
F*ck, they’re behind us, haven’t seen them all week
Turn left after the give-way, I think we’ll lose them
I come from where you hear moms scream
Grew up in the zone, maybe said hi to killers
They tried to play me, so I sorted it out
Three up on a scooter, hit the bumps like a Triad
Shout-out to the squad, the real ones who held me down
Shout-out every hood that welcomed me like a pasha
Quit rap? Not keen, I’m on weed, don’t smoke hash
I rep the brothers in the hole with no Euros, no heat
Don’t mess around, deliver when you promise
Better wise up, don’t act cocky when you’re first
If something hits the fam, worst case I squeeze
Don’t wait for the storm to pass, learn to dance in the rain
If I’m here today maybe it’s ’cause I made the difference
Health problems, I let the beard and the bush grow
I let the beard and the bush grow