Yeah

I have the dirty habit of aiming for the temple
There are few MCs of my caliber
I feel like I've scratched the winning ticket
Often I'm tempted to leave France
80 points and 400k ahead
I'm the lightning and thunder without the latency
I can think differently when it suits me
The skull bald like an old scholar
I'm not filthy rich but it's better than before
Rap a discipline and a money game
As long as I don't have a small pool, no relaxation
Another night, drinking the juice of Satan
Wondering until when
The wheel needs to turn urgently
I have the hourglass aimed at the temple

You want to see the South? Wait
There's my guy over there now on the French Riviera
Yeah he's doing well yet I swear he doesn't have your time
To join our troops you swim in troubled water
Of course money deceives us and its lack too
So if there are broken pots, no agent should find us
In a delicate situation
We love you until a scandal breaks out
Hooded in a station on line four
I don't want to know if you've sounded the cards

Words stick to actions
I'm hot-blooded so I respond to provocations
My destiny was to widen the gap
And inflate the shares of my corporation

The entourage to the North to the South to the East
It's for my people locked up in La Farléde
You know, it's the same
I put the light on them like a led lighthouse (flash, flash, flash, flash)
Of course it gets crowded when everyone piles up
(Of course it gets crowded, what did you think, huh?)
I want to become stable like element 115

I spread like a neighborhood rumor
Always a bundle to bribe an agent
This world is perverted by money
In the end a bill is just a piece of paper
I don't imitate others I do my own thing
Night vision developed by this dark world
Where the most evil people make a fortune while we drug hard
I replay the movie of my life from the intro
What is your opinion worth against that of a pro?
On my last clip I invested half a bullion
Not the kind that sticks to norms
Pioneer like Willie Colon
To understand me would take ten psychologists
I'm a subject of study for criminologists

You want to see the North? Again
I call a buddy get on board
Put the trunk in the trunk
Let me know if there are cops
Or you'll have to lie a little
You feel me?
Musky perfume
Listener sometimes brusque
Ah no but, did you hear this guy?
Enemies all ambushed
I train more than them
When I throw the sword it's not on the ground
I aim for a lot of viscous blood
Bodies of war chiefs
There are my soldiers for the gym
They're all around Fire like scouts
Say your record is too discount
Never diskette except when they say they just want to talk
It's the thugs on probation that the commissioner delegates
High figure like my intellect quotient
And how terrible they are
The commissions given by parcel
The offenses are committed without delay
Small smirk at the corner of the lips
Draws power from my underground commune
I go from biz to biz I fall asleep on queens
I hide more and more as they get interested

Why do you want us to be friends? (Don't break the balls)
On the field there are already eleven guys
Left on foot yet we catch up with you
I was with your crush you started praying
I shot my shot I quickly got dressed
Always with quality clothes
But if you see the brand name it's because I took a ticket (half-bullion)

I lift her in the gova because she doesn't deserve the hotel (because she doesn't deserve the hotel)
I thought I wasn't drunk but that's not what the breathalyzer said
I smoke calmly on the dock like the crackers at Jaurès (yeah, tell them)
I raise my hand and here I am armed with a sword of Damocles (Jazzy)

The crown will end up mine
Them I doubt they'll make it
I led such an unhealthy life
But I'm rebuilding myself like an Iraqi city

It's the Joker and Ken
From Paris 15 to Riquet (Paris 15 to Riquet)
The atmosphere is not 'rican
Forced to stand out like Harry Kane

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