I'm suffocating, I need air, I'm writing this in Shanghai
Why do the good guys lose? Why do the bad guys win?
I look at the summit, where the air is pure, later, you won't see me anymore
In trying to get closer to the Sun, I lose my feathers, jet
Set and match, we want to fuck models
In parties where they wear masks
Ecstasy, weed, sex and money, it's the devil
Africa is dying, we ask the blacks to be nice
It talks in budget, estimation, whether I'm on a bus
Or in a Maserati, the goal is to reach the destination
The building of French rap robs the exchange
I change in the bag instead of the spare clothes
To hurt the enemy, don't go fight
But we practice the art of war, take his girl on all fours
From Paris to New York, real blacks are becoming extinct like the whale or the orca
It's time for me to rise
When my lips spit fire, I make my gang famous
We decipher all the codes, we come to slap
The new school, we are organized like the LDJ (squad)
My gang heals, dangerous swag
Vicious like this guy who fucks the farmer's wife in the barn at night
Everything is fine as long as I'm far from unpleasant places and the squad is present
We're always in jogging, none of us is in sport
Twenty-seven years old and I still cheat in transport
She told me "come alone", I brought thirty friends
Always in team, we prefer to be in a bus than in a Porsche (1.9.9.L.)
Listen to me well like a professor
I prefer to lose as a team than to lift the trophy alone (yeah)

Listen to me well like a professor
Listen to me well like a professor
Listen to me well like a professor
Listen to me well like a professor

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