Brutte Cose (which translates to Ugly Things) is a gritty street journal set to a menacing trap beat. French rapper Simba La Rue, backed by Bobo and MINUR, blurts out gun-shot ad-libs and rapid-fire slang that yank you straight into his neighborhood. Designer fashion, roaring engines, and coded phone calls collide with flashing Glock barrels and latex gloves, mixing luxury with danger in every bar.
Beneath the swagger, the track is a survival manifesto. Simba details stuffing grams in his sock, racing away from police vans, and sealing drug packs with tape while sentinels keep watch. Trust is scarce, betrayal sits on the same plate as “troie e infami,” and money is vacuum-sealed because nothing else feels safe. The chorus admits they do “brutte cose” to get ahead, framing the song as both a confession and a warning about the harsh arithmetic of life on the block.