I'm in my submarine, I'm not on a cruise
I don't want a normal job since my internship in 9th grade
I'm in my submarine, I'm not on a cruise
I don't want a normal job since my internship in 9th grade, hun

You know what I'm aiming for, huh

You know what I'm aiming for and it's not bronze
I started rhyming in the South Bronx
There's the form, there's the substance
The first name is Alpha, for the bitches it's Alphonse
0.0 Scred like Daniel Craig
You know the formula, Jack Daniel's, Greek
I'm not one of those blacks who thinks he's Kanye and Drake
I'm lucky to live off rap, some of my allies are dying
Rappers talk but apologize quickly
Time passes and I only have one life (only one)
Don DADA is here, your heart beats, your plexus vibrates
Don Dada, Don Dada
They want to have the flow like Tupac
But there's no gangster rap
It's either lies or self-snitching
We talk about drugs or money, Ralph Polo or cash
It's for you whether you're a worker or a manager
You have to forget about appearances
I know millionaires who dress the same every day
Life is a hill and on this slope, the snake slithers
You must not steal, especially not get caught

I count everything, my bills and my cents even
I'm still waiting for the sandman, Mister Sandman
My way of living is not healthy
But, the city divided by the Seine loves me

I count everything, my bills and my cents even
I'm still waiting for the sandman, Mister Sandman
My way of living is not healthy
But, the city divided by the Seine loves me

In my case there are millions of us
We didn't know we'd do harm
As a child I was cute
The face is the reflection of the soul
I arrive on a quad, move, my squad covers
My raps are expensive, I'll be the last guy standing
They are like water, they have no taste, if I die
Don't remix with the models in my MacBook
Fame is a minefield
People copy you, yeah people mimic you
If people ask you tell them
That I was ready since the year 2000
It smells like weed, not Givenchy
The money from the showcase in cash is laundered
I'm in the aquarium as if I had gills
My mother knew I was coming by breaking water
What is life?
To come out of a woman to try to enter others?

Welcome to pure mathematics, to the land of loneliness

I count everything, my bills and my cents even
I'm still waiting for the sandman, Mister Sandman
My way of living is not healthy
But, the life shared by the stage loves me

I count everything, my bills and my cents even
I'm still waiting for the sandman, Mister Sandman
My way of living is not healthy
But, the life shared by the stage loves me

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