Okay, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah)
One, two, one, two, one, three
The UFO on the mic, huh (woo-woo-woo)
So, they're talking about the UFO?
It's full of the J, not the J
We'll see if you'll be there on D-day (oh the J)
Me, always the same, buddy (his grandmother)
They're talking bad about me? Hmm
Judge what you see, not what you hear, asshole (and yeah)
People, they forget quickly, huh? It's nothing
Luckily I expected nothing in return
They change teams like crazy (Ju-Ju-Jul, oh)
People are so weird, huh
You want to reach me, you have to extinguish me, hmm (pah-pah-pah-pah)
Being nice, it's not a job, huh
Ask Minus
To say that before I dreamed of driving an Audi TT
Now I can take Ferraris with the teu-teu, ha ha
Without being the good guy of course, always (always, always), hmm (woo)
You have to work in life (Djobi Djoba, you know)
But some people don't understand that
They only see the good side of things, hmm
The crazies, the showcases, the buzz (hey, it's not like that)
And us, we don't give a shit about all that (what are you talking about?)
It's the passion that speaks, there
Gold and platinum, hmm, okay, huh

Here it's a neck breaking, the one who talks about me, I fuck him
When I see these little bitches who sting me
I want to give them all high kicks
Only pin eaters who come back after when I kick
In the shadow she is, the clique
My ball, don't play nice
I'm the kid, you're there, you see my Saint Patrick's side
Young people want to make the jewelry
To have the Philippe Patek, and gold on the pecs
And in Marseille, it scratches, it grills lights, it lifts
It robs, it prowls to sell shit, coke or crack
And then doors creak, they think the world is theirs
It's square, if they get busted, they'll always say it's not them
No panic, no satanic stuff, I'm coming back pissed off this year
I give them a dirty tanning, they'll want to see me sink like Titanic
I lent my heart without asking for the deposit, it damaged me
Since then I'm scared, I calm down under potion, I forget to dine
I'm in the cage, I send the burst, ask Alaoui
Shock them all, you'll see how they'll come to eat your balls
And when I smoke on cannabis, I close my eyes, I'm in the Bahamas
But I'm still in the risk zone, where everyone wants to make their place
Wesh my doe? Who broke the poverty?
That's what you need to know
I never show off, you, you show yourself weak, I find it hard to believe you
I smoke my joint, I listen to Marcel in the RS7 or in FZ
I don't touch the 07, I don't have a CZ but I can have one
Without being the godfather, watch your words
Because if you hurt me, I insult your parents and you can come back at 40
I make the numbers talk, I make the talent talk
Give me a good center in front of the cage and I'll put it with the heel
I left the beat in the living room, I went to hang out on the asphalt
A little later, I have an appointment, I'm going to the restaurant with my lady
I drive the game crazy like Hatem, I know the jealous ones at the turn are waiting for me
I'm going to have to shock them again because I know they're not tender with me
That I send potato, I don't play the king, I'm not here for
I'm not in a hurry, I always take my time even when I'm late.
2019, I have no more emotions, I don't have much love left
Except that I'm in the 4Motion and I'm listening to Aznavour
Now, it's summer, if you leave on the guitar, put my sound, savor
There's flavor, there's things to do, night and day
Wesh qué pasa? What happened? Who's not making the sign?
The zone in person in the cell when you feel anxious
It comes out of there, the bush, without the laces, it wants to break everything
Jobber, make money and pack even if it means shouting "akha" when the civilians pass by
Be careful, the cops take you away when you hang out downstairs
When you posed in a gang and you don't see time passing
I rap the street, the little one on the Stunt, the big one in the Audi
Who wants to get mom out of the tess and all these cursed places
What's wrong with you, buddy? I don't feel you, you're shaky when you turn the other cheek
Now, you know that I know, now, you know what I think
I'm going around in circles when I have nothing to do, that I'm tired of the stud'
Two in the morning, shit, I messed everything up, I have two blondes and a stick left
And the coals, they all closed, now I'm sick and yes
I have nothing left but to go home, take a shower, get into bed
Where did I put the full-face helmet? I crossed you, you were pale
And now, where are those who support you, huh? You're less crazy
My friend, it's my petou, he knows everything
It's him who even gives me ideas, it's thanks to him that I forget everything
I have a little weed, I drink Belvedere in my quiet corner
You have a head, it's scary, it looks like you've passed 30 kilos
At this hour, you want to get away from here, from people and their vice
Because there's no one when you're bad and you ask for a service
Listen to me well, I don't forget where I come from and that I was in a dog
Started from nothing, a struggling UFO hanging out on the field
On the guitar, you observe the tourists posted in front of the ticket office
On the lookout for a rich man, do you speak English? Your teuteu in the left pocket, wesh
I send bullets, wesh, I shock uncles, wesh
I know you hear, wesh (pa-pa-pam-pam, wesh)
Midnight sharp, I recharged the battery
I make sounds, I stack, bring me your MC that I fuck him
Out of the shadows, they didn't see me coming, I didn't have a chestnut
(Woo-woo), I find it funny, ha ha ha ha ha

And I thought you were brave, hmm hmm
In fact, you're a brave fucker (fucker!), That's what you are
(That's it, and thanks to the zone, huh)
And thanks to the jealous ones, it's partly thanks to you too
(There's nothing without nothing, bro)
Make the buzz (poor strugglers)
Keep talking about me (like this, like that)
Lacrizeotiek, dude
(Heh, now I'm in crisis)
Left on Stunt to arrive on T-Max, hmm hmm
Tch, tch, on Y on the stage, fuck your grandfather
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And big shout out to all the prisons in France
Yeah, yeah, all the neighborhoods in France
Thanks to the zone, thanks to everyone, team Jul in force
(You can't stop the machine)
The team Jul, it extends and they say when does he turn off
(Cheh), ha ha, clown go
Coño mierda, calan colo mierda
(What else do you want me to tell you, son of a bitch?)
And shout out to all the strugglers, thanks to the zone
And shout out to the sons of also, big kiss to you on the forehead

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