Yeah, yeah, yeah

My days repeat a lot (let's go)
At 3pm, I order a Bo Bun
I record verses on Pro Tools
And I end up curled up in a big ball
How I flex, ok yah
The heart is black like the Yin side
I drink concoctions like my proteins
They are on coke or on codeine
In innovation like Lépine
Those who don't like me are stupid
I take money, I make piles of it
I make kilos, they wonder "how does he do it?"
I too, know some thugs
Burnt out heads who are really angry
They will come to your house, they will dive in
And no one is going to swim
Me, my clothes will not be stained
You, you will end up tied up
We are new hippies, we are peace, we are cool
But if you break the balls, bro go hide
Listen to what comes out of my mouth
Be careful what goes into yours
Always on tour, night, day
I fall asleep in Nancy, I wake up in Vienna
I'm in the box next to the boss
I don't mix too much, I stay at the bar like Pablo
I rap and I get gifts
While my girl watches the loot
I attack hard, my voice takes are already def' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I go ultra off every time I'm ultra def'

We're not going to repeat ourselves
You're all messed up, you should get help from Chat GPT
We, it raps true since the time of DDP clothes
Big, no one is going to eat as long as I'm not deceased
I put my CDs in the bins, we're not going to repeat ourselves
You're all messed up, you should get help from Chat GPT
We rap true since the time of DDP clothes
Big, no one is going to eat as long as I'm not deceased
I put my CDs in the bins

Twelve years of rap, they saw me born
The French saw me grow up magically like Harry
I broke through too early
I was always younger than my opening acts
I still do it for the thrill, really
I wasn't on the list, but I got in
Since when do journalists want to sing?
200K, it doesn't turn me on anymore
I saw Kanye go crazy
Kim K become cool
The whole game become us
The audience become deaf
Their epic life in their speeches
The critics make a U-turn
The whole street on the red carpet
Millions of streams for kickbacks
Ferrari on potholes
Everything is possible like Omar Sy in Hollywood

Before I leave, I'll write a book
With all the files I know in the game
With the list of sons of bitches and there are many
With zero stress, because here no one is dangerous
With the name of the beatmakers who don't compose
With the figure that artists touch on contracts
With the number of streams bought by your label
With the screenshot of the girls that your rappers harass

I moved, I lost an NRJ Music Award and a platinum
Maybe one of the truckers stole it from me
Too bad, it will make his little girl happy (gift)
It's not that I'm not vindictive
But I'm relaxed and I don't really have any sorrow (why?)
Because I know I'm going to take three or four more next year

We're not going to repeat ourselves
You're all messed up, you should get help from Chat GPT
We, it raps true since the time of DDP clothes
Big, no one is going to eat as long as I'm not deceased
I put my CDs in the bins, we're not going to repeat ourselves
You're all messed up, you should get help from Chat GPT
We rap true since the time of DDP clothes
Big, no one is going to eat as long as I'm not deceased
I put my CDs in the bins

Oli, KIK
You know, right?
The best is yet to come
Another feat, ha
Yeah

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