I no longer have the time, so I won't hesitate to rap
And about the afterlife, I haven't meditated yet
I struggled, I'm alive I may not have the desire
A lot of ignorant and stupid people think I have a good life
Quickly I need to get out of here so I push them away
They stab me in the back, witchcraft in the couscous
Apart from that, I continue to have a good time
I put covers in their heads they are not happy
There are Kalashnikovs
Crazy city, crazy city, only crazies
Only cops who track us, take pictures
A neighborhood, a hustle, that's it buddy
And we surf on the wave
Rap a little you'll see there are hard-ons
But also there are givers
Whether you like it or not there will be happiness thieves
The happiness thieves
They are in black, dressed for hiking, eh
They prowl on a runner
You won't see when your time comes, eh
But dude we need mapé-mapé
I don't want to stay on the couch anymore that's it
Need a million on the side
I want my big house with sea view on the coast
In Marseille there are wars all the time
Only big teams for vendettas
The problem is the lack of money
So all the neighborhoods want to stage a coup
Our moms don't sleep
She sees her son come home in a strange state
He only thinks about making money
It's become wanted to sell tons
It's become hot to sell tons even in the zone
Need to hide the weed all the time, not just before customs
They tell me, Nia, it shows in your songs you're lying
You don't come from a hostile environment that's why you're surprised
I'm extremely melancholic when I see the stories
Mama never let me down I love her madly
I made myself alone I can say I have no friendship
By mixing with me I have dirty ideas
Dirty idea, I salivated
I'm validated without the validators
You don't have friends, you have profiteers
Don't try to enter my heart there's a bouncer
No one touches him on my life he suffered too much
In crazy stories brother
I ended up with an open heart
I want the money feelings are ephemeral
May God keep me away from fake brothers
Who betray for green bill
Brave like Camara or Guendouzi
No Andalusia, it's Massilia
There's talent and jealousy
I'm going to take everything by force or willingly
I'm going to make France dance no need for a decree
I lost those I love might as well ruin my life
I'm a girl who raps and I don't care about your opinion
Don't be too nice it fines you
Funny life, only trust mom
In Marseille there are wars all the time
Only big teams for vendettas
The problem is the lack of money
So all the neighborhoods want to stage a coup
Our moms don't sleep
She sees her son come home in a strange state
He only thinks about making money
It's become wanted to sell tons
Vendetta, Vendetta, Vendetta

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