Mehsah on the beat (Mehsah on the beat, Mehsah on the beat)

I know that music is like drugs, all of this only lasts for a while
With each contract, I take three million from them, son of a bitch, I'm not even twenty
I've long stopped counting my money, yet I pay cash
It's been a long time, buddy, since I've been happy, since I've lost track of time
Might as well say it, I've been robbing since the francs, I've slept on benches
Why lie? Before being a boss, I climbed all the ranks
Little troublemaker, I've got the gun on me and I ride on a two-stroke
You need money when your life depends on it, you fall into all the plans
Is it your girl who's going to screw you over or your brother who's going to rip you off
I've done things, at the age of fifteen, I looked forty
Life is beautiful but short, so I take advantage of it
Don't play dumb, death is certain (yeah)

My God, my love
The germs took a turn without signaling
It's every man for himself and God for all, my love
Dramatic music, death doesn't come from Rio
I'm not playing you, North districts at risk
Fuck the taxman
It's either M16 detonations or selling records
Nine milli', it smoked you for the milli'
No one reconciles and it humiliates you
No, I'm an old-timer like the dead points to cows
The pollen, not the chew (yeah)
You know I don't give a damn, I rap haphazardly
You know I don't give a damn, I rap haphazardly
What I want to do is make cash
That's why I swam in the swamps
Don't play King Kong, bim bim
If you hit like in Hong Kong, we'll rip off all your bling-bling
I engage the DRS, leave you in PLS
I go back to the hood
Hey S, there are the riot police, bad luck, bad luck

Pass me the mic, I make rfissa out of it
There's no Vix, we put harissa
I don't like the others anymore, they thought they killed Sayedna Issa
Since we were little, dropped out of school, we quickly bet on resin
You act crazy but you're the laughingstock
Buddy, you have contacts in Brazil
Dude, with us, don't worry, it's precise
If we don't like you, no one appreciates you
700 euros, that's the price of dry cleaning
Imagine the one of the dressing
To make papers, don't worry, I know the recipe
At this time, when we talk about jet, it's neither 31, nor 27
Brother, be careful when you confide because the little girls quickly give the go
Need business, need more eco, tired of charging girls at té-cô
And yeah, it's the Classico, Marseillais, Parigos
If it's da3wa, you know us, we stack the bundles like Lego

The pursuits, the bursts
The good shit, it's us
At 200 with the bloods on the ring road, it's us
The liars, the junkies get into rented cars
A burst in your body, it doesn't aim for the knee

I rob the game like Ferrara
Understand why I'm rare
I smoked weed at the wheel
I said I was going to fuck everything up, they shouted "ha ha"
Twenty-five years old, I had the FeFe
I hung out where there were "rah-rah"
Shit in the block, money in the balls
And the cops who come up, they shout "akha"
We don't have balls, no dad
We smoke the moula, we don't take CC
Hey, my cousin, I want the world for the one who gave me everything, I'm talking about mama
I remember that year when they were stealing Ford Fiestas
The street is paranoid, you can die if you lead a gangsta life
This world is crazy, they get jealous when you move forward
On the bike with Capo, you're white when we show up in twos
And late at night, I think back to before, fuck before
I'm high, I mixed the shit and the weed (I mixed the shit and the weed)

You've seen my mug in all the neighborhoods from Marseille to Paris
We are respected, jealousy like music, it's haram
Pull out a mission like Luciano Youzi
True to true, I'm like DA Uzi, I'm (M'Ghetta on shit)
Rap shouldn't ruin us
Younès, Karim and Kassim, we all have the same speech
Violence and misery, I see them everywhere like the sign JuL
And when the fam is suffering, we shoot them all like in the movie Chouf
Boss of the rhyme under vodka-rum, I'm drunk
We have the mentality, the metal, the amount, the attention to detail
We put your life in a regrettable state
The bitch of your yeah, don't spread your moods
We need to shock the bastards, we need to lay down the Kalash'
We need to stop the dramas

They want war? I'm waiting for you, come, you're going to freak out
Need a bike? Wesh the J (pull out the stolen cross)
To yours, my mother in a jet, Houari Boumédiène
I have hot blood like Ribéry, hot blood like Boumediene
Six o'clock sharp, the police call you, in the jails, they strip you naked
I'm in Air-Bel, I'm going to see Alonzo, Avenue of Saint-Antoine
Since dad is no longer present, I bring the money home
Mister You, tell them, the blood (it's the street then the prison)
Brothers who lose their minds for a big ass or a network
Cut the shit on Niro, mom, you were right
The Kala' or the Uzi? The milli' or the shotgun?
The adhan or the music? Kofs or DA Uzi?
I'm back from Cannes, we take the prizes, the medals and the Oscars
We take the loves and we leave, Lifestyle, Concrete Style

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere
MC, I'm somewhere (where?)
In the middle of the people like the fucking Copa
I don't give a fuck, I do the same shit as Big Poppa (ooh)
It's the big classico, I put back the pair of Copa
I'm 1.3, dramatic like in Mexico
Everything for the fama, immediately, helicopter format
Yeah, chico, only the plata, it makes you too psycho
But the retirement is for Serpico, we sip Tropico
On the horizon, everything makes paranoid, the law of the street
If betrayal has its tarot, your name on the notebook
Torn souls, riddled hearts but need to supply
And if you see us stuffing, you'll have to cut quickly
Bad karma, everyone watches my
Everything will be better, tomorrow, forgive me, mama (no, no, no)
Never above the asphalt, in the head, it's the Maracana
Paper music in the banana, small steps with madama, we go calmly

Hey, kilometers of good-char
My sisters cry no more, now have nothing
A heart of stone, quarter of a century reached
I can hit every night
Thanks to the cell, I know all your sounds
I start softly like in Belleville or Cambrai
I know these traitors will wait for me at the turn
Mode "hey, I'm going to kill him"
We defend so we attack, tac-tac-tac
I make poor rap (ah)
It's Sevran, it's the 9.3, give me time and loves
6.6.6 may God spare us, it's us the street
I'm from the 3T, let me do, I'm not like them
I've already robbed for not winning, we don't brag, we don't make up
I'm nice, smiling, but I can fill you
I thought I was going to hit the million that year
Mystery and suspense, we'll never suck
It's Fonky, little family, I don't listen too much to their advice
It's not everyone, it's my blood
I'm waiting for the release of my zeuzeu

The pursuits, the bursts
The good shit, it's us
At 200 with the bloods on the ring road, it's us
The liars, the junkies get in rented cars
A burst in your body, it doesn't aim at the knee

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