The M before the A, the S after the K
Sit down, I'll explain
There are some who kill themselves with booze, with weed
Today you're good
You're in place, you're in shape
Tomorrow you're a Leetchi jackpot you won't even touch
It's nothing my bro, I'm informing you
I touch my heart
When I apologize, when I check or when it goes hard
C.R on my brothers, I'm in a bad mood
As if it were me on the chip
Middle finger to the cops, they abuse
I swallowed my bitterness until I spit blood
In my eyes, you feel that I'm hungry
Resourceful, I can score without the ball
I asked how much happiness costs
They told me I didn't have enough talent
I'll do everything this year so I don't have to say next year is mine
In the heads of guys like me, it's a mess
I need to take my baby to the seaside soon
When I write, I'm not high
When I write, I'm missing green and blue, my friend
You get it, my friend
My heart hurts but I can't say it, my friend, it's a loss
I have confidence in myself so it's light
A bit less confidence in myself when I'm losing profit
Nervous from father to son
Sit down, I'll explain
Sit down, I'll explain
There are some who kill themselves with booze, with weed
There are even some who shoot up
It's French we speak
I left on foot
I'll come back in a diplomatic 4x4
And you know we have ambitions that are big big big
Big like the villa back home
I don't know if you get it
I dodge one problem, I have two more
I dodge two problems, I have four
It's inevitable, the struggle
Until we avoid it
Until we beat it
It's ineffective
The evil eye they give us
Until we drive at 200 in the Benz
So it's die die die die
I know all the vices of life
I can't get screwed by life
I lost brothers along the way
Screw it, it's routine
I'm still stuck in my hood
But I refuse to believe we're cursed
I refuse to believe that's how it will end
Metro, work, sleep, aspirin
Not made for that, I prefer counting stacks of 1000
Not made for that, I prefer driving a big sedan
Always thirsty
You won't see me half-asleep
Bora-Bora, Dubai or Benidorm
I'm ready for this artist's life
Number 10
But when the cat's away
The mice are looking for cheese
All for the money
The nerve of war is the cash
Don't worry, I know who to call to the front
There are those who will do it and those who will say they'll do it
These frauds
Sit down, I'll explain
There are some who kill themselves with booze, with weed
There are even some who shoot up
It's French we speak
I left on foot
I'll come back in a diplomatic 4x4
And you know we have ambitions that are big big big
Big like the villa back home
I don't know if you get it
I dodge one problem, I have two more
I dodge two problems, I have four
It's inevitable, the struggle
Until we avoid it
Until we beat it
It's ineffective
The evil eye they give us
Until we drive at 200 in the Benz
So it's die die die die
I know all the vices of life
I can't get screwed by life

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