Yeah, gun, gun on the ground they'll say I'm a pain in the ass
You have very little interest like a fall in handball
I came to hide the sun like a million archers
I'm matrixed by the whores since Mulholland Drive
I live in the past like a musketeer among snipers
I feel like Jake Gyllenhaal in front of his friend Cypher
In the night I've been around my brother you don't know me
But I'm going to end up smoking them all like in Taxi Driver
Yeah, hit red and aim for the badge
Bitch, today it's been 7 years since the glasses broke
Yeah, silent I aim for the cushion
I'm only good in La Haine, call me Vincent Cassel
I'm migrainous brother, but don't bother me
You only preach quickly like a coked pastor
Everything is square at my place, the universe is parallel
But I had to break the walk a bit like Keyser Söze

Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near-near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex

I lost the pedals like an automatic
I'm disoriented but I don't lose the north
You spend your life dreaming in front of X Factor
But you're not in your place it looks like Pearl Harbor
My friend the world is bad like a pain in the Maybach
I have the body of the machinist and the look of Keith Ape
Wore the kimono to attract the geishas
Unloved all my life I compose in the dark like Ray Charles
Between us it's not over, it never started
But you were my heroine and I was Kurt Cobain
It's been a long time since I had the cup at Kirko B
In my field I'm named brilliant like Kobe
I arrive barefoot, you have your laces undone
They are too small, I have surpassed Everest
You don't seem aware, there's no AC/DC
MDMA, I've downgraded the effect

Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex
Near-near my bitch I flex
Near my bitch I flex

(Flex, flex, flex, flex)

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