Oh my god

I'm a leader like Chauncey Billups
Roger Milla, Reggie Miller
I had a dream, I was full
I had a nightmare, I was a bouncer (I was a bouncer) han
I let my money speak for me
You know, I'm a shy guy (huh you know)
I don't get views on YouTube, it's okay
The showcases are still 10,000 (it's still 10,000)
I do it relaxed (relaxed) it looks like the millions have come in (cash, ola, ola)
I'm like the Uighurs, I'm always focused (focused)

Oh my god
I arrive burning like the pot of a Mitsubishi (vroom)
They don't like foreigners (no)
Without foreigners, what
They would still be living under Vichy
Rap too dirty, we do it, we don't ask for help, French rap, paradoxical
Deflated but not lacking air, Alpha illuminates them like a street lamp
Hollywood image, kangaroo punch (of kangaroo)
Sprinkled with lines of pure Bolivian
Don't turn your pretty jacket around
When I'll be a big guru (a big guru)
Negro summons your negroes
Teach them to lock up more than a third (a third)
Don't worry if you see me in the subway
Each project, I invest in stone (in stone)

Second album, it's after (after), it will be the cream of the crop
French rap, I'm not going to miss it, it's too far behind (oh my god)
It takes more than the afternoon to catch up with me (Philly Flingo)
Let's go

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