95 210 we're starting fires
I'm not fixing it, that goes without saying
Unless you bring me some customers
Unless you bring me some good clicks
I'm in sales but I don't have the CAP (French diploma)
In front of the OPJ (judicial police officer) I say I don't know anything
She saw that I can rap
She wants to bite my dick like an Apple apple
I'm one of those who make money, not a DiCaprio
I enter the party without the appropriate outfit
If it works for me it's because I prayed too much
I upset them, I folded the beat
I screw before going to football
I arrive late I don't give a damn
I need to fill my bag
I screw it well that's why it hangs on
I see there's an unmarked car approaching
And then I put on my innocent face
We didn't grow up together
I know why you say blood
Learn to make money, no need for ten lessons
I deal during the day and I deal at night
I didn't grow up in silk
I can stab you even if I have faith
They're crazy, they can't rhyme
Give me my money I'm in a hurry I'm from Paris dude
Today I receive beats by e-mail
And I receive nudes from Imène
Here it's real we don't pretend
I traffic drugs and I don't do it in white
Don't worry I'll tell you if I have a plan
Customer asks me if I have a plan
And since he comes often I add a half
I'm at the hotel with a 2000
And you think it's stupid
But if I make round trips it's because it debits
She doesn't want to talk to me anymore, good riddance
I'm never going to call you my chip
I already have one called Lebara
I don't do cinema like Canal Plus
So the first 10 is free
To retain customers
I sell the 20s for 10
In the pocket I slipped my snap and my phone
But I won't have enough for Avenue Montaigne
So I have to try to polish my text
If I take you down your soul will rise
They play deaf so you have to show them
Why is she acting like a woman in place
I fucked her it's true yes but no more
They say money has no smell
It's true when I have a kichta I feel more
And since life doesn't give gifts
I'm on the field like CR7
You're on the field like Lucas Deaux
My dick in your mouth like a Mikado
I need money so I increase the price
I need money so I decrease the dose
And it's me who fucked your girl
I do it for the sex but she wants me to settle down
I see a customer in the interval
So I make the pass before the cops intervene
They act crazy so they need to be committed
They're street hard-ons talking on the internet
I'm not going to lie to you, I can't offer you the moon
It's paradoxical: to extinguish you we light you up
To mask the smell I put the shit in aluminum
When I make 1 euro deals I admit I'm abusing
I have to find a way to release an album
While these niggas want to find the right one
If Eve hadn't bitten the apple
I wouldn't have had to cut the beat.

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