I'm in the Audi, no more questions I want to get high
I prefer a guy in his corner than a bastard who leaves you on foot
Next year it's going to blow up
Tell the sons of that they will all have my refrains in their head
I'm far from parties, if I like your CD I'll buy it
I have a lot of them I'm at war with them you've never touched a trigger
If she doesn't love you, you have to throw her away
You love her but since you're vexed you tell everyone she stinks down there
My buddy God sees everything, don't break the hearts of the girls
Beware of reputation because what goes around comes around, didn't you know
Yeah it's winter it's cold, I mix weed and salad
Chilling in a parking lot, but if the cops are there I run like Mohamed Salah
Yeah, horrible things are happening, in the sector, the surroundings
Be brave all your life, people will say you're a bastard, yeah
They should stop me if they shoot at me they better not miss
Gold and platinum it's square, buddy, we're robbing the SNEP
It lifts on two wheels on the road, I give you the J while passing
Between cars it's possible that I scratch your door
I'm not a mafioso, don't be the mafia
Under pillav' in the garilla
I listen to Maria, Maria, Maria
I hang out with full people and people who don't have one
But sometimes full people tend to play godfathers
I don't want to be done like Tupac or Pop Smoke
The buddy and he's loaded, every time it comes out, the glock rubs
I don't suck up to people, no matter the color
Help your friend don't let him go, no matter the pain
My mother is my life, my brother is my life, I would do anything for them
My father is my life, my family is my life, yeah
You don't see me much, I avoid people, pictures
Red eyes I'm on fufu I almost hit two poles
Coming back I look behind
Paranoid, that's why I make the beat sleep inside
2021, the UFO fears no one
Fuck COVID-21, I'm always in TN tracksuit
ASICS or the slippers as usual, you know my race
On Spotify this morning I saw that I had the best start

I don't look at the likes
The weed knocks me out
I kill at the mic
And I fuck the jealous, I have insomnia

I don't look at the likes
The weed knocks me out
I kill at the mic
And I fuck the jealous, I have insomnia

And the hatred spreads
If you don't have a foot, don't swim
And when I go into the studio, I'm like a lion in a cage
I'm strong when they look for me
When I have problems, I don't feel like doing anything
When I smoke too much pollen
Remote controlled I go to the studio, I say what I saw yesterday
Bad luck wanted to pick me up, with a small spoon
My life is always the same, I have two or three buddies that I go see
To smoke a joint, write a little and come home late
I've been through storms, I've taken a step back
Now I compromise things, because I have experience
I write at the top of Air-Bel, I avoid the ball givers
Life is so beautiful, I avoid colleague givers
Watch my car, see if they didn't put a tracker on me
Maybe what you told me is not really good but I took it to heart
I'm all terrain, I'm in your dreams
I'm on two wheels, I'm on the terrace
They say "beware of those who want your money"
Always on grandpa, D&P the company
The JuL team is expanding, they say "when is he going to turn off"
You talk in traitor we know everything, we say nothing we listen
The jealous ones can criticize, 20 million in three days, we're cool
You want to judge me but who are you, get on the té-cô
On guard on the stand, we're going to lift the trico
Yeah nervous like Tchyco, when the civ' pass the little ones run
When they stop you they put you on the ground, they make you look like a little idiot
I tell mom "put everything aside in case I tighten"
In life, for a stroller, you can end up in dust
Give me a word to get started
I want to talk about these fake friends who leave you, who throw you spikes under mix
It makes you work your brains, you have to clean up quickly
There are traitors everywhere, beware of who is entering the lodges
In my clique, there are no cowards, to listen to me there is no age
Tell the sons of that I continue if they thought I was going to pack my bags
I'm in my gala-galaxy, I need to put on my Rolex
I smoked my pure moula, I love when a brother gets relaxed
There are people who don't like me, they would like me to sink like Titanic
In Marseille it makes money, it's scam, crime and botany
Smoking in the car, we close the windows, it's an aquarium
I told you to say a sanitary not a sanatorium

I don't look at the likes
The weed knocks me out
I kill at the mic
And I fuck the jealous, I have insomnia

I don't look at the likes
The weed knocks me out
I kill at the mic
And I fuck the jealous, I have insomnia

Today there's Covid, tomorrow it will be okay
Today there are empty pockets, tomorrow it will be okay
Today you don't have a girlfriend, tomorrow it will be okay
Today there's no canteen, tomorrow it will be okay
Israel, Palestine, tomorrow it will be okay
Tomorrow it will be okay
Tomorrow it will be okay
Tomorrow it will be okay
Tomorrow it will be okay
Tomorrow it will be okay

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