Team BS
Yeah, I've seen brothers get smoked for no good reason
Winter has frozen all the branches of the Arab Spring
Down here, don't confuse hell and the hammam
Some girls are the devil, no wonder you declare your flame to them
I'm blind, to Hermès, I no longer look at the prices
My cars are dirty, my garage is a Porsche-ry
I'm often sad, even if everything smiles at me
And when the sky is gray, depressed, pray my brothers, I chase after laughter
We spit on them, that's why the cops make mistakes
You think your clique raps better than us, not sure
It's good, my daughter enjoys watching Disney Channel
Time flies, tomorrow she will want a big Chanel bag
Here the angels are depressed
When you're in trouble, there will be no Josephine
I can't do anything else but sing my life
A special to the absent, sing Sindy

I only know how to sing what I have here
What I have in my heart, deep inside me
And my truth, I shout every night
It's my life, my fight, I write my story
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills, hey

There are those who have seen, who have done everything
Hot neighborhood, but I'm all fresh
When my hour of glory comes, your bedtime will come
Scales are not trendy, like a bottle of Ricard
Some brothers deal so early that they end up in jail
Used to doing dirty, I left my traces
Many will not make a penny, hope for aces
To avoid being in danger, you need proof of attention
I'm going to sue EDF so much that I live under tension
Apart from that, it's going well, money comes and goes
Surely we live it badly, the bailiffs have seized our goods
I know few honest people, there are those who slide and those who skate
At the police station, there's enough to make tons of gelatin

I only know how to sing what I have here
What I have in my heart, deep inside me
And my truth, I shout every night
It's my life, my fight, I write my story
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills

A captain without a ship or a night without a star
They don't want my religion, so my tears reveal themselves
In the Nine-Three, it's not just shirts that get ironed
The wholesalers are fans of me, they don't want to stop calling me
Fight, descent, cutter, our suspended sentence will jump
Paranoid on Twitter, I feel like I'm being followed
Do I have to say again that we are the bosses of Paname
The sun dries my tears, clean your blade, bro
Nothing blooms when the state slows you down in Nanterre
I won't go to Paradise, the Devil says I have nothing to worry about
It comes from the Nine-Three, all my guys know that
Dieting is a luxury that the poor do not know
(That the poor do not know)

I only know how to sing what I have here
What I have in my heart, deep inside me
And my truth, I shout every night
It's my life, my fight, I write my story
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills
I never lied to shine
I don't care about your gold bars, your bills, hey

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