I'm happy when I have good stuff or good weed
With the girls, I like to be high when I fuck
And when my brothers get out of jail, fuck the tragedies for 10G
In the cage from Friday to Thursday
Texts to the joint
I like to see dead CRS, disgusted when my enemies are still there
I like the sirens, followed by explosions and firefighters
And stories of shotguns
There's joy, there's fear
Tons of bills, clothes like the hundreds, I rap for mine
Every word stinks of censorship
Our raps are for all those who live on the 15th floor without an elevator
I like to see blood on the FN
And when my family is doing well, I like to see marbles like Fabien
I like a cop when his underwear turns yellow
Who says "oh no", Lunatic on the microphone is the Amazon
I love success, trials without a lawyer and big breasts
And the informers when they get screwed
Those who shut up when there's jumping, hostage taking
When it's a bomb no boycott

You like it or you don't, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
I don't like sayings, my face on the bills
I'd like to be the godfather and call you son
Good or what, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
Bro, I like challenges, racing, a rally we need to ally
Because we've dirtied Booba/Ali too much

Preach peace for ours, France is not neutral territory
For those that patrols like to search
From the jaw to the balls and make sit before the blows
Everything seems calm in front of the 92 deposits
I like faith, the one that keeps us standing
And that we keep by our side during sleep
Like a wife, Muay Thai mentality
Kick until exhaustion, it's Haiti Eric, Tidiani Songhai
And then the tragic spirits like a life without hope
I like to let believe
That Lunatic is dead and see who smiles
"If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it"

I like the Houris, with bricks I feed the rotten guys
Suburban evening, a joint, a crepe, a hooker
The truth that I get what I deserve and irritate the state
I like to struggle, summer in the country and tea
The African mafia, and make my pussy scream
The mafé, the yassa, 92 and the orgies
I like the 'cups but I don't want to tell my kids that
They like big cars and big dicks
The ring and the thongs, I like that we are united at home
Even the legless give knee blows

You like it or you don't, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
I don't like sayings, my face on the bills
I'd like to be the godfather and call you son
Good or what, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
Bro, I like challenges, racing, a rally we need to ally
Because we've dirtied Booba/Ali too much

I like the Light, to give the best of myself
When the night reaches its last third
That my niggas be proud of us and when for them the wheel turns
I love life, every minute even in the routine
Talk about going back to the land of our fathers
Motivated to take only warheads
Fall where orgies are allowed
When prisons come under the control of insurgents
I like to prepare for D-Day, the day of judgment
The past loaded with sins
Does not prevent from preaching virtue, warned
If you don't like it, keep your distance
My thoughts, those of a Lunatic nothing has changed
On the microphone Booba/Ali is always danger
Leave the disappointed rivalry
Stupid my hip-hop is not made to stop
I love my people from Pont d'Sèvres and Issy
Enjoy their presence because death comes too quickly
Subject to the Truth, the highest authority
Thanks to whom my heart beats, allows me to love

You like it or you don't, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
I don't like sayings, my face on the bills
I'd like to be the godfather and call you son
Good or what, tell me, you who know everything
If you don't like it, don't listen and that's it
Bro, I like challenges, racing, a rally we need to ally
Because we've dirtied Booba/Ali too much (Booba/Ali)

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