As Loua would say, warn the haters
We will always aim for the goal, too lazy to dwell on them
I don't do lace, I do everything that brings in money
This is for my guys from Paris and all those from the suburbs
It comes from Rébet, it comes from the hall, it comes from the heart, it comes from Belleville
Don't say you're crazy, you're a bic pen thief
They only talk shit in their texts, in reality there's nothing
Buddy, don't test my lyrics, you could break your back
It's Kano, Canoe on a 2009 type beat
Mr. Officer, I do rap, go shave your egg head
We make trap, rap to avoid butter pasta
I come from where we mix
Don't talk to me about Marine Le Pen
Hola, hello, boo, my friend it's us again
You criticize my rap, but when you dance to it, you break your knees
Hola, hello, boo, my friend it's me again
The little white boy who bends in just one sixteen all the big ones from your place
Why would I stop doing dirty, because these sons of bitches don't like me?
I'll stay in the game without getting a big head like South Park
It's Rébet, Rébet, Vald for the free lesson
It's Belle-Belleville for magical music
I started the G at just twelve years old
It kicks in front of the Franprix, there was no hassle, no girl we were misunderstood
I don't represent my neighborhood by saying I come from where I come from
I represent my neighborhood in sixteen measures it's for my people
My inspiration, it's hard but I draw it from my sufferings
The future is all of us, so come quickly, follow the pace
In my clique, there are poets, artists, there is power
But look closer, there is especially the future of France
My head is full, no I'm not going to stop kicking
I have too much to say, my heart is full, I think it's going to burst
A lot of emotions that are hidden by too much pride
So what do you say? We are small but we know how to shock
Five in the morning, I start a text, my demons only come out at night
I dreamed of a life without hassle, I had hassles all my life
16 years on Earth, I have too much energy, I'm leaving it to friends
The throne, it's mine, I want to sit on platinum
Dreamers are not my friends, there is only coal in life
Poetry as weed and I light up more than Bob Marley

Need as much money as Montana, bundles of bills under the mattress
I fuck you like a scam account, it's Rébet, Vald for the fle-ba
Need as much money as Montana, bundles of bills under the mattress
I fuck you like a scam account, it's Rébet, Vald for the fle-ba

I'm in my building and life hurts too much
I don't have a view of the dirt so I have to work day and night
I'm in my world, mom doesn't sleep at night
Flash of vodka for fun, otherwise it becomes impossible

I'm in my building, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm in my world, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
I'm in my building

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