(Po, po, po, po, po, bad mother)
(Back, I've returned to the good old days when I had teeth)

You don't believe it, I've been in rap for twenty years
And I deserve a trophy when I see that it's Ju-Jul in Europe
I could have ended up in the block
And to think that when people see me they freeze
They cry as if I were a rock star
I score goals, I'm not just good at giving assists
She wants my number and she thanks you for this Benz Class B
I'm plated 2A, I'm plated 2B
Wait, I draw two bars and I remake the world

Luxurious lifestyle, track, you pull out a BM9
I've always thought about the biz, Demetrius in BMF
Tick, tock, I do a tiki-taka to them
I don't take small photos and I'm not on TikTok
Knock, knock, fuck the BAC who knocks
Nine years I've been here, I know I shock, huh, jackal?
And don't hurt me, I'll take you with nunchaku blows
I just say what I see, I don't want to be killed like Shakur

You made me paranoid, hard to come back to reason
Everyone wants the cup but should bring the money home
Huh, thanks to those who do my little missions
And those who didn't let me go, I have straight hairs like a hedgehog
And your mother, listen to her, I swear, be obedient
Every day you'll tell yourself she was right as you age
Let me finish my life with my family, live like a peasant
I grew up without a penny in this dark country

And yes Mr. President
I grew up in the street, I made money in rap
And now I'm a resident, Mr. President
I think we should review the leases
The people don't even know which foot to dance on anymore

On the lookout, she put everything in the pussy
We know you're smart my friend, don't play the fool
The studio, the work, the blood, it's all for the dough
I go see my friends, I'm with my family, I play Call Of, FIFA
Mmh, I don't like followers and little suckers
They pretend they're with you, in fact they have you in their sights
Me, the team, solo but I equip myself
And me, by the way I don't put my cars in my clips
Always on my guard, I never show where I live
You're in trouble, you're wanted, you know I'll shelter you, huh

Oh Marie, if you knew, all the harm they've done to me
With all that I've lived, I haven't had time to rest
I dosed, I ran everywhere, like a MOC, MOC
I've had sleepless nights to the point of nausea, stoned
Khabat, I don't even know who dropped me off
I advise people not to mix weed and rosé
The brothers, they smoke frozen, at the stadium they shout "to arms"
I defend the Crips like mother, I make art like Mozart, huh
Everything for the cosa, everything for the mother
Fortunately I have rap otherwise I would have had to launder like in Ozark, huh
I make them miserable, now I'm in the air
I have a view of the zoo, view of the sea
Vé, view of the mother, your mother's cunt
I was told that they listened to my sound at the barriers
I pass a blue to my friend, he plays it for me at the casino Barrière
Know that tomorrow if I want I can stop my career
You remember when it laughed, TP on the basket
Huh, give me a little Beluga
To forget a little Jul, sometimes I zone at Beruca, huh

And it goes bow, it goes bow
You want my life, my scores, you'll have to knock me out
I'm in a panic, I'm taking pictures in Saint-Louis
Here I'm smoking cherry, the one from Château Saint-Loup (mmh)
Here in Marseille, those who talk are the shells
And what can a sheep do against a hundred wolves?
A UFO on the planet, the bang and the can
Here they lift the Vespa with the third on the chalette
Cha-cha, cha-chale-me
You're full of "call me", big, you're full of "chale-me"
Yeah Kalenji, Salomon, dirty me
When I see you, I salute you and you act like a bitch
You ask me for favors like a dirty kid
Scorer like Salah Mo, friends smell trouble
Just for them, they no longer say "selem", that's why I'm alone

I take a ride in a BMW, they control me in the PM
Put on the side, she heats up the siren
Don't laugh, I could have worked on Uber Eats
I could have been born next to the ring road
I could have robbed a supermarket
But in the end, I'm made to make super hits
It goes po, po, po, po, po, mala madre
Back, I came back to the good old days when I had teeth
I make them jump, naturally discreet you just see me on screen
They just want to extinguish me but the team Jul is expanding
It's crazy, I succeeded without being a pimp or pulling out a gun
They all enjoy their life, I haven't partied yet
It's sad when I arrive, they all saw me in Brinks
I'm as paranoid as you if you want to play the lynx
Buddy, you have to choose, it's rap or the binks
I have the mentality even though I didn't grow up in the Bronx

I pass, you don't know if it's a racing car or a fighter plane
Sorry, I'm with the family so I'm leaving
I'm not in the stups, tell them to the Ocrtis
Khalass, Schlass
It's for the sons of jealous people who play dirty tricks on me
And I know some who would do anything to take a piece of my place
Tear gas in the protests, they fight with helmets
They would like to divide us with the vaccine or the pass
When they sell bars, in the block they put the puche-ca
In front of the cage, I'm skillful, I have the shot at Puskás

So buddy don't abuse, so buddy don't accuse
We live in a world of bastards
Everyone wants to go from the Clio to the Gallardo
Lend him a knife to help you with who you stab-oh
Stop being weird, tell me, what's up bro?
And in the game, the more I fuck them the more I obsess them
But I don't care about being a star like Takeoff or Offset
Move or I stick dry, think about the concept
I don't want to end up crying a friend at the funeral
TP remains anti fake-ass, anti dry-mount
You're in heat, wait, I offer you another zik
Here it's cruel, they come to do you in PSIG uniform
And this year, it's all in the throat, I want us to speak
She tells me "what do you do for a living?" I don't speak
When I get hit on, with tchikita it gets complicated
They control me, ask me for the photo
I leave with my bag, I can't say they're dumb cops.

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