Marseille
It's me, dad
Oh, it's me (quatro quatro mami)
IAM, yeah, Psy 4 (it's me, dad)

Bugatti, Ducati, Fendi, Papé
That's why I work hard for life
That's why I work hard for life
I've been rapping since the Canto pass in the 9 milli city
Kalashnikov since I was little, with the Uzi
I made myself all alone and everything for the purples
I have five brothers at home, it's chaos
Hooded in the Porsche, we dreamed of believing under a black sky
A little weed and we were biting the world, you had to see it
The zone, you know, hard to take off
Even when you're married, you stay in the neighborhood, the zone

I see that your crew is struggling, too many phases lagging behind
Wagering rhymes on the call, more than a hundred thousand at a time
Take any one, you can see the treasures it holds
We already have you in sight and guy watch out for the red dot on your wings
Started from the bottom of the stairs, even from the bottom of the basket
You can't deny it, s'crew plays with the hourglass
Hard to line up, when all my allies come rushing in
Of course we want the butter, but not in any butter dish
We remain murderous MCs, behind the murder holes
But respect to the families of all those we hurt yesterday
We go into session all hot like lava on the mic'
It goes live and it kills with each salvo yeah

From the benches of the blocks to the back of the discs, ten years separate us
We want to take everything, you're going to give everything back, let's say we want our share
Journey is deserved, we worked, you have no idea
Always get up despite the big slaps, and the false starts
I'm in the ring, I'm playing on the line, I'm three points apart
Shoot before the buzzer, stick out the tongue before the victory
Man, self-made from the start
Starred since the time, yes of Bernard
It's Marseille bastard, its production of talents
We come straight out of the School of the Diamond Pen
My sound walks at night like Lefa at 3am
Buddy you recognized the team, it's Psy 4 and IAM

Who raised these flowers of the asphalt to extract the perfume?
It's me, dad, ha ha ha
Who took these sounds to altitude? You know it well at last
It's me, dad, ha ha
I am Psy self-made men, ugh self-made men
I am Psy self-made men, ugh
It's me, dad

With cash, cash
With cash, cash
With cash and sand in the searches
We always appear with the kind permission of our balls
Sya Style
Hot like Marseille (Marseille, Marseille)
Hot like Marseille (Marseille, Marseille)

I didn't wait for you to believe in me, to believe in me
Apparently it was talking bad, now it talks less
You have no idea of all we've prepared man, apart from mine
No one was prepared to see us parade with our share of the cake
Nothing is free, everything is paid double
When you come from these neighborhoods where misery watches
I'm not trying to victimize us or minimize
But at home success is a scratched car
May God bless IAM and Psy4
How many sticks in the wheels our tanks have had in the legs?
We made ourselves all alone, the forehead on the ground
Clouds under the sole despite the lead on the wings, Psy4

If you didn't get that I don't care about the career
It's because you didn't know how to understand me
My best song is the last one
That's it, alone in the metropolitan jungle
I took the 'sique of France with a Neapolitan shkaf
Young, I said, that life is a bitch, this world is tre-no
Because I put my lazy ass down to move forward
One day fate, I had to outpace it
They didn't know what to think
Some thought I was there for revenge
Rhyme without shit a paparazzi
Penetrate homes, turn all racist dads around
Who said "It's a beautiful shit"
Now look up, call me mister Self-Made

Who raised these flowers of the asphalt to extract the perfume?
It's me, dad, ha ha ha
Who took these sounds to altitude? You know it well at last
It's me, dad, ha ha
I am Psy self-made men, ugh self-made men
I am Psy self-made men, ugh
It's me, dad

It's me, dad
Oh! it's me, dad
It's me, dad
Oh! it's me, dad
It's me, dad
Oh! it's me, dad
It's me, dad
Oh! it's me
It's me, dad ha ha ha ha ha

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