So here I come back and we start again (huh?)
Huh
I have to speak raw, is that it?
Because I don't think they've understood yet
Listen carefully now, bunch of assholes, go
I'm tired of repeating myself
I only have to prove to myself
2-0-21, I'm coming roofed, roofed
If you're with me, if you support me, thank you, I love you
I'm here for you (Team Jul)
If you're not with me, if you spit on me every five minutes
You say I'm finished
Go fuck all your dead, there you go
I don't know, it seems like I've upset their mother, I don't understand
You only have me in your mouth?
Go listen to whoever you want, don't break our balls anymore
Bunch of lifeless
Besides, everyone knows you're listening in secret, with your wives
Make streams for gold and platinum
And by the way, that's what I wanted to say
Don't come back sucking after, I warn, huh
Damn, I'm going to shock your aunts, yeah
That's not how life is, wesh
I'm fucking my brain, no more life
But well, we're not going to complain as long as it works
The day it doesn't work anymore, hasta luego
Thank you goodbye Jul, huh
And also all the son of a bitch comments that make me laugh
"Jul, he's finished"
"Jul, his songs, they're the same"
"Jul, he dresses like a bum but he's loaded"
Go fuck your dead, eat my leek
I do what I want, when I want, where I want
And I do what I love, that's how I've succeeded so far
Whoever is not happy, it's the same
It's the numbers that speak, we told you, the numbers
More than four million albums sold in five years
Thank God
And thank you team Jul
Team Jul is expanding, and they say "when is he going to turn off?"

Already life is complicated
I wouldn't want to watch these idiots sting me
Syringe like Peaky Blinders, I don't want to end up like Biggie
You can't even see my eyes under the glasses
I have red eyes as if I had abused the joint
I don't rent a Ferrari, I rob the game like Ferrara
If you have a wife, make her laugh, if you don't have one, do the akha
I know thugs, I know brave men, I know payots
Who can fuck your mother for a chestnut
In the zone I drive fast, some gadji tell me "wait"
She asks me if I have Snap, wants me to kiss her aunt
I only do crazy things, I wonder if I'm a Terran
They criticized me but I'm healed, they saw me as a nobody
The UFO, he's hooded, he's doing wheelies on a zip-zip
If you act tough in the zone, it immediately pulls out the ft-ft
Gloves and a caliber, people who are not free
People who kill to live and bursts that arrive
And when I'm going to shock them on Twitter, these little sons of haters
Fuck all your grandmothers, it was close to my heart
Then don't come back sucking when I do freestyles where I kick
Anyway I don't even listen to you anymore, you're just poor geeks
This summer on a dream view, I'll think about those who hate me
Even between 'sins it kills each other, and it's a whole family in mourning
Here, they drive without a license with a nine in the bag
The UFOs are back up, say to be careful of the first one who approaches
Too much jealousy, I know they envied me one by one
Old man, I'm just a singer, I'm here, I have to live hidden like a godfather
These days I don't sleep enough, I need to find some sleep
I only do stud', I'm all white to believe that I owe a red to the sun
Thanks, too much hallucinating buzz
But now I'm fine, you can't see my face when I put on the Simon jacket
The ADV gets up, asks the people of Frais-Vallon
Strength to those at Beaumettes, at Pontet, at Lune and at Salon
Huh-huh, to make the matone you have to have a long arm
From the chat and big bundles hidden in the living room

That we don't calculate them brother, anyway what they deserve
I'm going to fuck my career for them if I pull out the guns like Mesrine
It's for those who don't let me go, for those who ask me nothing
For those who do everything with the heart yeah, for those who want my good
I should have only made love to rap, it would have been more sensual
I should have arrived helmeted in the game like Guy-Manuel

She sold him love while Manu dreamed
She was doing the mala all summer at Manureva
I'm in the van (Van, van)
Everyone lends a cone (Cone, cone)
I know some, they were strong, now they're vegetables
It's not because you hang out with a star that you're a star
You want to know? I prefer a brave man on me who watches
Than a BDH who wants to fuck your pay (BDH)
You all think I'm sleeping, I'm in awake mode
I always told the little ones "don't tear off the old ones"

We live, we die, we won't take it with us, the Hummer
We've always slalomed between happiness and misery
I'm not the king, I don't decide your future or your career
But believe me, you can make it if you're a rare case
They recognize me by my build, I'm 1-3 like K-Ra
Before you could find me on a red passing the Baccarat line
There's no off station, if you're my buddy don't carrot
In the south it plants, in the north it shoots and in the CV it carrots you
And in Beaumettes there are garages, in boxes there are Kalash'
There's moolah in the vicinity, neighborhood exit there are barricades
I put my barrette in the Arai
I listen to funk, I listen to raï, I listen to Rat
Under Rif potato that you pay in dirhams
Hmm, I'm in the gray BB, in the streets I make noise
Hooded it grills me, I don't believe it, I'm living a dream, huh, huh
I pass Valentine, I drive with my knees
Left lane, it gives me the sign, that's how it is with us
The shit is soft, when you smoke it it's sweet, the potato, the doses
It smells like a hit, when I break it, everyone asks me "where is it from?"
I make a mark, I don't count the money I've taken, I have to burst the scores
I make them take, a bit like Jet Li, armed like Chief Keef
Let me if I kiffe, don't leave me if I sink, come see me if I cane
Don't leave my brother if he messes up, don't leave my mother if she's alone
The dream life, the voice made for gold because full of troubles because full of value
For a girl you left me, you told me "see you later"

Piou piou piou piou in the RS Q8
It reminds me of myself when I see this little one in piwi
Piou piou piou piou, ah I say yes
Belvedere with strawberry and kiwi Fanta
If you're a critic, don't complain that people criticize you
And the day you cross the line, you end up in a critical state
And in poker, if you make a full house it's beautiful
Long live the good old days when it was hanging out without a helmet on a Typhoon

I see the civilians, I have to get out of here and fast, avoid the control
With all that I've seen, even if I've done nothing, it came quickly
I'm in fu-fu, plus it's curfew, I can't go where I want
Wherever I go, I'm grilled, I take a picture with everything I can
I may have changed, I don't think about avenging the harm done to me anymore
I work so much, I'm elsewhere, I forget everything, I don't even think about eating anymore
Too bad you played the traitor, I thought about arranging you
I hate ball-breakers, tell them not to bother me anymore
You leave your friends for another team or for a hip swing
You want war? We'll make war but it's you who will have triggered it
Make a little buzz, then they come back all honeyed
People don't see you the same when you wear a twenty thousand euro watch

Mira, mira, mira, I put on the Heat mask like Val Kilmer's
Anti-CFV, those who swallow, let them die
I'm in the 'sique, not the deal or the theft and yet
There are people who want me, no time
I have to hide my face all the time, I rob the Sacem, I run away
I'm D&P, no Gabbana, I pull out the sword or the katana
I see the banal on the lookout towards the Catalans,
Four burnt heads they catalog us
I smoke shit from Catalonia, on the way I make a Catalan bread
And at the border, you have to hide everything in your pants
And go ahead, zap me, this buddy, if he can't hold his tongue
He's nice, when he has money, then he doesn't say "salam" anymore
Like on a walk, each one his blade, each one his mother, each one slaloms
Like in Call Of, salute, it makes euros, it takes arms and it lights up
And it ends up in the gulag, wish me a long life, not your "salud"
It makes vices, it wants you to confide and then it opens up
And even if I sink because of all these parrots
Know that I will come back crawling like Ivar the boneless
Dude it's the street talking, mothers crying, kids dying
Because of the shit and crazy stories going around in the sector
Suck people, it gives go, it makes bastard alliances
Too much ego, it's who will make more dollars
Now I'm near La Rose, sector 13, 14
It sells shit, coke, it steals, it robs, it car-jacks, it sprays
It lifts crosses, the R1000, the X-ADV
RS3 ABT, it bandits, drops the buddy who watched
It cuts in the kitchen of the apartment while the mamma sleeps
To get over the wall without being seen by the watchtowers

Then they come back all honeyed
People don't see you the same when you wear a twenty thousand euro watch
Mira, mira, mira, I put on the Heat mask like Val Kilmer's
Anti-BDH, those who swallow, let them die
(those who swallow, let them die, those who swallow, let them die)

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