I'm the police of the police (yeah)
I believe in revenge, not justice (yeah)
I'm going to create a sect, double the Freemasons
You can go to bed less stupid and die like a jerk
She's not that pretty, she's just pretending
Fuck the record companies, all the labels (ah that)
At our parties, no one dilutes
Two or three more levels and I evolve (that)
Kid, don't act crazy, you have your room to clean
In truth, all are traitors like spiced rum
The cops are stupid, the weed is grown
I live the night like vampires and bakers
I'm in the game masked like a bank robber
No reissue like these sales scratchers
Some drop their pants, others have given up
I don't feature just anyone, I don't fuck just anything
I have a heart of stone, it needs to be sculpted
By nurse Joëlle, I'm examined
The star life leaves dirty traumas
I already have all the badges, I want the Chroma Charm
Either you lose, or you win, yeah it's binary
I take forty bitches to a seminar
I hadn't saved, I had just paused
I plan to fuck this life until its menopause

I train by hand, slicing bricks
I'm not worried about tomorrow, I just copped ten bricks
Surrounded by beautiful women, no bodyguards
Bubbles in flutes, you know the decor (decor)
There are whores who fake it, witches who immolate themselves (immolate)
I'm neither from the new, nor from the old school

You smoked kilos, we smoked tons
I only love drugs, rap and Pokémon
Beast on stage, beast in bed
I've filled girls and I've filled rooms
I don't put on a show, fuck an intermittent
Already forty-two tackles, it's not even half-time
It's the Chinese, not the monk who makes the habit
You have a sequel, I have Exodia the Cursed (yeah)
Here, it lives on hate and fresh weed (yes)
In the club like in the pack, I take the freshest
Bring out the butterfly-shaped blades
Rico, he's my brother, he's the reflection of my soul
I bet on myself, not on the tiercé
Homophobic rappers suck to break through
Covid, a plot like AIDS (mmh)
All the girls are pissed when you approach them
The devil wears Prada (yeah)
And the pointers dress in Lacoste (shee)

There's pure coke like in Rio
A hat, mustached like Mario
We did it from big to big, not little by little
I paint like Picasso, they scribble like Charlie
Not very eco-friendly but nature has spoiled me (spoiled)
I knew I was going to blow everything up since I was ten
Money is nothing, it's just paper (paper)
I'm a living legend so enjoy it
Beh

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