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Doctor Truth
The 4th, it's time

If I don't find them, I'll find them at their place
In the morning I get up, I do push-ups and eggs
I cheated on her heart, I cheated on her eyes
She won't hold it against me, I have the blue pill
In life there are only two sides
The hunted, the hunters
Black guy likes me as long as I'm always beneath him
Arab guy likes me as long as I don't want to marry his sister
White guy likes me as long as I continue to obey
We shake hands but it's just for decoration
At the mosque I see that all our feet are stuck together
Money and women have quickly unstuck them
Need alcohol to speak openly
Gucci Dior because we have suffered so much
They all show off, their vacations in Dubai Bali
Never their overdrafts
You want to do business?
You don't inspire me much, I'm not too decided
There are three beautiful women, in the back seat
And I drive fast as if I wanted to kill myself
We play the lovers, we play the Emir
We play the lovers, we play the Emir
I watch the snaps, of Aya Nakamura
I have thoughts that could anger Vladimir
You messed up your life alone, don't blame the system
You reassure yourself by saying it's not your fault
And that anyway the Freemasons pull the strings
The same guys who ask for chrome
Always the same gold diggers in the clubs
Next to the squares, next to the tables
Looking for a guy who plays football or who raps
Or who deals kilos and kilos
Or who deals kilos and kilos
My girlfriend is white, my gun is black and my children are mixed race
I don't like weak people
The so-called woke's
I respect rich people
I respect broke people

What I particularly regret
Is to always hear people say
"Suburb, suburb, suburb, the scum in the suburbs"
Yet there are many children here in Villiers-Le-Bel
Who have succeeded

Around a bowl of rice we share at six
But when it comes to money we share nothing
In doggy style she tells me "it hurts a little"
But I continue because I only think about my well-being
Am I bad?
Am I selfish?
You owed me money
You brought out the violins, the flute and the choristers, clown
We have kids then we leave the mothers alone
Because prostitutes are more entertaining
Family life is not what you thought
You find nothing attractive about a housewife
Mirror mirror tell me who is the crook
Who shows his money who drives a big car
While his mother lives in a council flat
Hot water cuts, cockroaches on the walls

Doctor truth
Goodbye

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