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Why are you acting crazy? Hey
You need to stop, you have nothing, hey
I smell the Prada, hey
I smell the weed from Meda, hey
Why are you acting crazy? Hey
You need to stop, you have nothing, hey
I smell the Prada, hey
I smell the weed from Meda, hey

It's hard to light the joint on the stove
They want the recipe and the cook
You talk about the pass you made me today
Don't forget the one I made you yesterday
Leave me alone, no need to be in the light
I'm independent, you have nothing, sign Jul at the other end of the universe
I'm back like Zizou
Roulette, I make you miserable
Love of Stunt on the Suzu-ki
Foot on the rearview mirror
They wonder where I come from
They all cast bad spells on me
At home, I stay alone, I plan everything like Professor
Jul in the Merco Kompressor
I raise the hood, I see them tighten
They all come back when the album comes out
When I flood Spotify Deezer
I come back to cause panic
We make even the family taste
I remain faithful to my sign
I'm not into satanic stuff
I can do one, I'm automatic
But damn there's no shit
Don't look too much at my little one
If you don't want me to get agitated
I pass in the procession
Bodyguard who protects me
I took rap hostage
5 years of minimum wage in one showcase
They mocked
Today I'm going to shock them
I know they're big guns so no need to be glocked

Why are you acting crazy? Hey
You need to stop, you have nothing, hey
I smell the Prada, hey
I smell the weed from Meda, hey
Why are you acting crazy? Hey
You need to stop, you have nothing, hey
I smell the Prada, hey
I smell the weed from Meda, hey

Gold and platinum, hey
I work for the team, hey
I didn't have a penny, hey
If you speak ill in front of the mic
If I cross you, I'll beat you up
I no longer have time for comedians
I create a million euros when I turn on my Mac
I see that you're hungry, you tell me he's my guy
Despite all this, you want my name
And now you want my number because you saw that I have money
I'm Sangoku, I'm Vegeta
Touch Mama, I come to your house
It changes address and face, it claims itself like bruschetta
Hooded for the dog, yeah
Don't fool me, I know everything, yeah
I say nothing, I see everything, I listen
There are only sons of bitches, it disgusts me
Yeah, it disgusts me, it disgusts me
I don't talk on the phone, I know I'm being listened to
You hear things and you repeat them
Then you remix them, it makes reputations
Son of a bitch, son of a bitch
And in all this, what's your goal?
I'm all cute like a baby pit
1.3 Marseille, you know the team
I'm going to do fewer features, there will be fewer bitches
There will be fewer leaks, there will be fewer mistakes
Oh brother, I still have my fade
My gold record on the right corner, anyway it was a gift
In the end, I should have kept it, ohlala it's not beautiful
I'm going to fill the Velodrome, there will be a queue up to the Prado roundabout, huh
Ohlala, I'm only good at having crises on the mic
I have trouble expressing myself, I have a heavy heart like a trisomic, huh

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