C'est mort [English translation]

Hey, hey... Joshy Josh

Bring me my cash I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Bring me my cash, I'm not spending my summer in the hood

I quickly understood that with rap, I can't miss (I can't miss)

I stand a chance and it's now

That I need to fight for it (fight for it)

Even a doctor couldn't earn the kind of money I make

Even a therapist couldn't see my pain, no, no (nah, nah, nah)

I'm afraid of waking up and that all of it wouldn't be nothing but a fucking dream (yeah)

We come from the bottom, here, it's 1200 without the wage slip

They're talking shit for nothing, they might as well talk with my fucking dog

The blood is hot, only a smile from mom can calm me down

I think of my brother in his cell

I'm hoping for a release next year (yeah)

We're free only when they decide on it, basically

We're dancing with our chains (eh, eh)

I worked, a lot of money, too much money outside (eh, eh)

Need something ? You call me. When it's time to pay up, you play dead

Bring me my cash I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Bring me my cash, I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Hey

[Refrain]

A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

Here it's the ghetto, the streets, it's gory (it's gory)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

As long as there will be money to make, there'll never be peace (never be peace)

That's what the hood's elder says but oh well, he's losing his mind (losing his mind)

Lately, he tends to drink the whole bottle down

"The turf was his in 2012" that's what they told me

I'm the heat of the action, I've got the 9mm, milli', milli', milli'

Working harder than the president, working midday to midnight (midnight)

In Paris, you're showing off, don't come to us crying afterwards (eh, eh)

In front of the judges, the tears are streaming down

When hearing the weight of the sentence given (ah, ah, ah, ah)

I took both my courage and a caliber in both hands and I went to rob my own life at gunpoint

A losing battle if I listened to other people's input

The result of this is: I'm always for it,

They'll not be able to see me coming

Bring my cash,

It's better for you to pay up or we'll do the worst

Bring me my cash I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Bring me my cash, I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Hey

[Refrain]

A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

Here it's the ghetto, the streets, it's gory (it's gory)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

Here it's the ghetto, the streets, it's gory (it's gory)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

I prefer a long silence to ten promises spoken in vain (in vain)

I've lent money to too many people, I must've forgotten some of them

You're playing with my nerves, bring me my cash (my cash)

Or else the 9mm barrel will put you to sleep (ah)

Bring me my cash I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Bring me my cash, I'm not spending my summer in the hood

Hey

[Refrain]

A bike, a shooter, it's dead (it's dead)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

Here it's the ghetto, the streets, it's gory (it's gory)

You should've given it your all, now there's no way

I prefer a long silence to ten promises spoken in vain (in vain)

I've lent money to too many people, I must've forgotten some of them

You're playing with my nerves, bring me my cash (my cash)

Or else the 9mm barrel will put you to sleep (ah)

• Artist:PLK