Good
We made a new album
The dream life
It's the sequel to real life
Uh, ok
And this track, it's "Us too 2"
The sequel to a track from the first album
Damn, it's complicated
I know, I know (yeah)
Bigflo and Oli, you know them, right? (Hou hou)

I'm the kind of guy they lock up, full of unclear ideas
I'm well groomed, well dressed, I'm your grandmother's favorite
The money I make, I bury it, I won't comment
But no matter how much dough I make, I'll make less than my dentist friends
I'm not content with little, I won't stay long, I'm getting old
Some think I'm pretentious
I'm waiting for them all to kill each other
For now, I remain silent, more than a diamond, I'm very precious
And then, I soar into the sky, I'm the white dragon with blue eyes
It's time for the du-du-du-du-du-duel
Honey, I'm the toughest and the cruelest
I'm sick, you can see it in my eyes
Don't cross me alone at night, in a dark alley
It's Biggie on the mic', yes, my friend, I rap
I'm just a mini-star, I live far from the slammer
You don't care what I say, idiot
I could say "bl bl bl bl", on the whole track

Girls are saying more and more "with his mustache, Bigflo, he kills
In my heart, it's like a roller coaster
I admit he's ugly but he has something" (thanks)
I'm tired of copying the States "damn, man, American style, yes, we can
On the weekend, I eat McCain with my best friend"
Me, I'm French, yeah, it's less cool
But I have camembert so I don't give a damn
I cut a not too cooked baguette
I met Moliere, he wanted to do a feat
Stop rapping, go play the banjo
Sometimes, I sell them some rhymes under the coat
With my Pokemon, I walk around Kanto
And the girls complain, apparently, I get hard too much (oops) (no)
"Biggie (no) tell me what you hide under the Kimo-(no)"
I have hot blood, yeah, I'm lati-(no)
Yesterday, again I lost everything at the casi-(no)

In my dreams, I sell millions of albums, I marry Hermione
I wake up, I'm alone and I'm just a man
Not taller than three apples, so I go back to sleep, I go back to sleep
I go back to sleep but I'm insomniac
I have the hunger in this rap, I want more
The rapper's organs in an amphora
I make them doubt my madness, it's for the blacks and the tou-bab
Please, don't choke, what's wrong, dude? You're all pale
Why are you whispering to me? Big up to you anyway
Don't look guilty or I'll take your life
And yeah, my friend, I'm like that when I lift a girl
I shout "Wingardium Leviosa"
I put my head on a Pins because in this game, I have
No one to thank, no one
(I want Maitre Gims' SACEM
In the meantime) in two albums, I fill the Bercy

You've made platinum records, you've done Zeniths
You've done a Bercy (so have we)
You've got views, you've made hits
You've made money (so have we)
You've met Michel Drucker, guess what? So have we
Causing chaos at our concerts, we can do it too
The rappers hated by your favorite rapper
If you feel alone, come, we are many to help you
Mr. Commissioner, we will explain everything to you
We killed French rap, but we didn't mean to

I must not forget to buy toilet paper, I note my shopping in the verses
You may find the beginning null, but the rest of the text will slap them all
I shoot in the heap, it's my attack tactic, do you feel the slap coming?
The only medium who read my future had a heart attack
Without making an effort, I get them to agree
My oxymorons, my metaphors, it surprises them
I send them into the scenery, it's in my strings
The substance and the form, they want more, on the microphone
They say I'm too strong, that I elaborate
A golden art, it raps hard-core, I do tons
I'm afraid of death so I rap tons
I don't talk about my treasure on the phone
On TV, it feels weird, I've never assumed my face
Even in the villages, I'm a star
I take more photos than Mona Lisa
"Oli, is that you?" Yes, mom", are you still rapping?" Of course
"Aren't you tired after all these rooms and all these festivals?"
No, it's worse than before, genius of the verb, since too early, I tease
They are thirty years old but talk to little girls
I kick for my country and the buddies of my team
I'm not from Paris, by the way "chocolatine"

My shrink doesn't want to see me anymore, she says it's not worth it
Since the voice in my head hears voices in hers
I have unclear ideas and without drugs, imagine with a joint
If I'm not a millionaire at twenty-five
It's because I'll be at twenty-two
Alone in Mordor, they tell me I'm out of the norm
The sound is too loud, yet, the kids are sleeping
They listen to my killings even in the depths of the DOM-TOM
I'm in great shape since my clones make my albums
In the Garonne, I threw a chest, there was something I can't mention
I've already thought about committing suicide
just so Bigflo gets the best-of money
I rap for the girls and for the stubborn
for those who struggle, who study
I rap for the little ones, those who have experience
I must not forget to buy toilet paper, no

You've made platinum records, you've done Zeniths
You've done a Bercy (so have we)
You've got views, you've made hits
You've made money (so have we)
You've met Michel Drucker, guess what? So have we
Causing chaos at our concerts, we can do it too
The rappers hated by your favorite rapper
If you feel alone, come, we are many to help you
Mr. Commissioner, we will explain everything to you
We killed French rap, but we didn't mean to

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