Eh
We don't love each other but we all pretend
That's what keeps us busy
A little talk on social media
That's what cuts your life
I wanted a woman but I don't have the means
I have mouths to feed
I have a mother that I don't see often
I see my friends too much
I can lie to you looking into your eyes
I've already lied to myself
Not mean but sometimes I pretend
For me it's manly
It's my childhood I could do everything for her
I loved my aunt too much, the street kills your dreams go up in smoke
It's like the cigarette here
And what does little Kevin from the projects say, football was for him
Well nothing, he's posted in the building, he's selling shit
Hey girlfriend, don't be surprised by jealousy, you talk too much about your life
It's those who say "you're too beautiful my darling"
Often the hypocrites
Too many things to say I can't shut up I have a lump in my stomach
The opponent scored the goal put the ball back in the center
You have neither principles nor balls so we can't get along
Only sons of bitches steal things they can't resell
Journalists are getting impatient they want the interview in the neighborhood
They don't give a shit about my profile, little guy coming out of the projects
Many thought I wouldn't make it
Little guy I was hungry I saw the fridge and I didn't sit still
Hep-hep-hep, if I have to settle accounts it's not on social networks
We discuss like real men conversation is done behind closed doors
And what they think of me I don't give a shit in truth
Look me in the eyes ending up in a coffin could satisfy them
And my entourage tells me that I have the pen
I have fun for a few years and then you won't see me anymore
I'm moody and my conscience tells me I have to stop
I come from another planet even elsewhere I make money
My new friends have become my enemies
I took up too much space and now they want to harm me
It's not possible once you lose your balls after that it doesn't grow
Guys insult your mother on Twitter
Outside you can't find them, it's a shame
Two thirty I haven't moved I'm Qh5
Detention I didn't see it coming like a fire extinguisher blow, yeah
I realized freedom is expensive
And that even for a one-on-one I couldn't argue anymore
You know, even shirtless they turn their jackets, the bastards
I'm patrolling them like a lookout in North Face
I find the smile only in business class
When I pass the gates sound I have the revolver look
Fuck your father, and fuck his mother censorship
I can't lack inspiration even blocked at the health
Cell 104 lock 0.93, bunk beds Walay bilay I'm not comfortable
Six years of career there are media that don't know I'm here
I'm the first fucking French rapper to do Coachella
Concerts everywhere, from Senegal to Denmark
I enjoy myself, I don't give a shit about victories
I depend on no one I manage the ship
I hold the pack I'm Paulo Maldini
I'm in trouble don't ask me if I'm okay
Keep the peach, you asked less questions when I wasn't there, yeah
Better to walk alone than suck dicks
That's life, I didn't do what they wanted, I'm removed from the playlists
I'm waiting for French rap to reveal its true face
In truth, there are only vultures behind this beautiful landscape
Rappers who talk about me don't talk in front of the engineer
No matter the age at any time we can mix
I know it's raw I know the street
I'm used to facing thugs who have no experience
There's no chance everything is calculated
Don't be a bastard, you betray the Onda, it's because you're a fucked up
Africa is not a trend, tell it to the Americans
They all want little ones who dance in slums
Zarma 2019 everyone is Nahija
Shaku Shaku in the clips it's hella
It comes from us it comes from Paris
19th north like Moussa Diaby
The cops are ugly like a pimple that grows
But inside there's no pus
Walk it makes circuits, zig zag, the chrouma
The guard who gas he has only one bar
Too many projects in mind I was born to brew
As long as I can count my money it's because I don't have enough
Euro, dollars, Diram, Sterling pounds
I was picking up packages in front of Austerlitz station
Darling don't listen to rumors the I was told
It's true that I'm locked up but outside I have the lion-mi
On a phone call I learn about the death of tronçon
The one who told me in his 19 you can't do better
Rest in peace my brother for you I made prayers
We were killing ourselves at room service before the fourty-fourty
Before moving there, I left you my Gucci cap
In the toubabé you kept repeating MH is my good little one
But damn, I write with tears in my eyes
I try to empty all my sorrow looking towards the skies
But it's hard, give me a game
The years go by and I realize life is not a game
In truth, only death can silence me
And to my worst enemy, I couldn't wish him to go to hell
My brain feeds on alter
Sitting on my throne or on my knees when I pray
To have a wife and children
Madam, I love her to death but in front of her I have no words
She's my foot and my shoulder, we'll end up side by side
A sea view and the sun rising at dawn
If you have her daycat but I haven't changed
These are the trials of life
All it takes is the mental strength to overcome them
I'm a real Tiéba, I'm the boxer never in the ropes
I hit the jackpot yeah I didn't follow the norms
And what to say except that my heart is black like my car
I see my bank account in overdraft, ah Sarfoullah
I have advisors a bit everywhere
After the album I'm going to cut you off at the post office bank
I'm neither the rain nor the sun, I'm the storm
I know too many guys who lose their heads at the beginning of the investigation
I don't ask for much, just respect
At home there's no room for weather vanes and complainers
My life is full of suspense, it's worse than a soap opera
We see on YouTube, on TV and even on the peephole
And it's true that I miss the fields and Rivoli avenue
I have to sort out some issues
She's not bad that one, hiro de puta
I can speak all languages when I have to negotiate the bill
And check the sound there's no mytho
I was chaining freestyles with John K in his little clio
We were struggling there weren't too many cops
Small apartment near Roncours on a Zaoh background
Between these persevering michoneuses
My ex cheated on me with a footballer not even a starter, is she stupid or what
Don't play the guy, we're in my business
Re-noi everyone talks nobody's going to do anything, believe me
Some rejoice in my absence
Apparently everything's going to be sorted out, I'm going to dig the abscess, papé
On Thursdays at Barça, I make tiki taka passes
I'm too well known, no one ever says to me negro who are you?
I have NI on the line and I have to say I'm fine
He tells me he's coming to the parlu' even though I have too much money
It makes me happy my negroes think of me
Real recognizes real ask Ibra from 50k
Time seems long I have time to work my arms
Gain a few kilos before being releasable
It's Friday that we find the smile but bring in my canteens
Some sheets of garette-ci and packets of spaghetti
Son of a bitch, I'm not a terror
I watch TPMP and Moretti I'll call him later
She just smiles at me the little black girl from the grievance
The head of the building Wallay Bilay that's not my boss
Bad habits of a convict but do your search asshole
I'm going to leave you my little cell with a pile of mollards
I'm not going to hesitate to say that I'm a genius
From Pingati to Béti my money I've invested it
What I wanted in my life is already acquired
At 3.7 million euros and a few cents, well yeah
You think we raise our hand to speak
Band of gogols we can lift Andy Caroll
Despite my few flaws I stayed frank
If you know nothing well you shut your mouth

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And the other one who's going to shout from the rooftops you owe houss
Big guy I'm going to do you a favor we're going to settle this between us
Tired of these click whores who tarnish my blaze
I'm not going to end up like Khadafi or Amin Dada wAllah
Whether you like it or not it's the same thing
There are only twenty annoying ones like a model who does the same poses
Young black man with a favorable destiny
It took courage my life was not too pleasant, brother
I have a heartache but I'm afraid to see the doctor
I couldn't veski death even locked in a bunker
I find answers to then contradict myself
I take the road in the wrong direction without a driving license
It hurts when your guy doesn't take news
Envelope paper and stamp, I'm not asking for the Eiffel Tower
Merlish I have life, often the knife in the back
Comes from the buddy who warns you (fut fut)
It's the hazards I have to keep my distance
They say I speak badly it's not my fault I say what I think
Well yeah, let's be honest let's speak French
I have a hard time getting attached often the heart is broken
Regrets after, teaser after, hum-hum
And my go since I left her she's really ugly wAllah
Sad to know, yeah yeah

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