Mehsah on the prod, Mehsah on the prod, Mehsah on the prod

Brother, it's the voice of souls that left their bodies before clinical death (hey, hey)
Give me my share, asshole, 22 years old, I was drinking Château Margaux
13, the language is coded, she doesn't understand my slang
I was eating on the ground at one o'clock, ask Samolo
They act tough here, inside, they hang out with rapists
Here, there's zero negotiation, CZs and Dracos, at night, I wake up sweating
A cop who makes blood flow, a teenager dying in the G.A.V
And beware of still waters and the mute in the robbery
Wanting to be legendary, you're going to eat bad luck or you're going to eat the slate
Bad karma like those who pushed the fog, you don't know how hungry I am
In everything I do, I tear myself away, yeah
I know good people, even good people who beat up, han

You're running like a CAC40 company (bling)
I respond to violence, I ride on a scale (poh)
Blue or red pill, you're being manipulated (drama)
I lost faith in humanity a long time ago (ah)
You have to kill the king (sah)
Work in the city but not at the Employment Center (no)
It takes three boxes of Sativa to make a weight (three)
I throw a bottle into the sea, it's vodka
You have to kill the king (ah)
Life is cruel, my best soldiers are in prison
There's no fast food in the neighborhood, I have big ambitions
I'm on a mission, I have auditions, samples
You sting like a bee, I fly with butterfly doors

The UFO on the mic, dude, eh, eh, eh, eh, ih
Here, little brother is making balloons in the car
Welcome where score settling causes more deaths than Covid
I came back stronger because my heart was perforated
Coño, don't sell the bear's skin before leaving the forest
They want gold records, to be richer than Christian Dior
Not win, they go through the window while Christian sleeps
I pay three bodyguards because I don't do MMA
Zero hassle, MMA, I took the villa for mama
I've known hardship, I don't care about my appearance
Good accounts make good friends, when I do the accounts, no one left

Let me do it, brother, I'm going to get them, shut them up
Make them lose their heads, make them lose the war
Without fair play, my flair pleases the AirPlay without playing the fool
I make money while healing my wounds
I'm the replay of Ridley's gladiator
Raw, like Hartley's heart
I mark the era like Charles Barkley on the court
Or like the UFO with his pair of Oakley
I plant the haters with my opinel flow
My Sacem made me an expert in Pinel Law
At home, the illiterate know every letter of the penal code
I do my heist and get away like Spaggiari Arrives from court

He's useless, she's shit
On my CV, there's JuL and SCH and Sopra M'Baba
Only serious people and dad
None of us decided what you don't have
Department 13, we've been fighting since the pacifier
Parents who suffer make survivor sons
For most of these kids who shoot, mmh
Guys who, too small, got beaten up
Your stomach is full, we missed the nap
They spit in the soup but they licked the plate
I laugh at the gold diggers who attract ten cops
The real rich don't show off
They tear up the certificates, it's not expensive enough
I don't buy anyone, my texts go to auction (expensive)

When the weapons sneeze, it's because the atmosphere is cooling down
The cap was already lost in 2000 twice 10
The neighborhood has rejuvenated, we're going to talk about salary
Something like the dealer's lost profit to Johnny
It's like Jacquie & Michel in My Little Pony
At home, we load the rockets with prostitution and weed
I promise, I'll tell you my life in the eponymous disc
In the meantime, I piss on them, there was no more violin available
I provided a caliber loaded with ridicule
The Republic parked me in its friendzone
The criminal goes to the Blue Star, the words I convey
My ambition still drives a Ferrari Enzo

I make morbid humor, I laugh out loud, laugh alone
If Zemmour catches Covid, call Michael's doctor
I can't count on my fans to put everything in stone, it's guez
My rap doesn't touch women enough unlike Pierre Ménès
And tired of tasting shit and disappointed to see that here, it's popping
We throw bottles into the sea, the elected officials get drunk with them
Our freedoms, they deprived us, I don't see a happy end
When Floyd said "I can't breathe", Trump told him "Yes you can"
I'm not guilty of these drifts and turns
I'm as white as snow or as Elvira's sinuses
I only trust my own, not the first one who approaches
In short, I have my heart on my sleeve and my hand in my pocket

Microphone loaded with nitro for assassination
Come take a tour in the truth of cement
I live like a dropped bomb, speed like Ayrton Senna
The future splattered on the walls of the building (yeah)
Dude, why are you lying with all your chicks?
You're not cut like Rambo, down there, it's not Pataya, it's the zone
No one drives a Lambo', the tomb remains open
Receives new clients and the Devil waits for thanks
Outside, we count the losses, they sell us freedom
It brings out the big Bertha, The revolt has deserted
Kho, here, it's Omerta, they're going to mess up until the end
They're all the same, shoot in the pile, so we're going to alert them

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