Alcohol, drugs help me to meditate
I came to rap my truth
I came to rap the ordinary life
Of a young black man from the city
Whose mom educated well
Who hates authority
Who did harm out of necessity
Not for street credibility
I only have music to get out of the shit
No choice, I have to fuck everything up
I don't want to sell you shit anymore
Or go rob them, masked, gloved, armed
I work hard, winter and summer
With Excalibur as my sword
Because if poverty comes to flirt with me
With a stroke of the blade, I'll amputate it
Too much flow, too much level
In this rap game, I'm the most feared
Too many fakes, too many liars
Around me made me doubt too much
Too many black guys disgusted me
Honestly, if you listened to them
Yesterday they talked about unity
Today they talk about wanting to kill me
Life is a bitch
Every night I think about fucking her
In a way you have no idea
She fucked me over, deprived me of dignity
So in turn, I can't avoid her
I plan to fuck her brutally
Here, the mentality is vengeful
Chich told me not to panic
And I smoke quality dope

I came in armed with a 3.5.7
I tell him "Empty this cash register"
Before I blow your head off
As if I was going to do it
I invested in the weed
That's how it goes in my ghetto
It's shit, we need euros
Yeah, we need to make them
We told each other we loved each other
You wanted me to make you a baby
And I wasn't ready
With another, you went to do it
I spend my whole life in the studio
I hang out at night with my buddies
They don't want us on their radios
Don't worry, one day it will happen

When I was younger, I won't lie, I told you I wouldn't touch drugs
A little later, let's say I don't move for less than fifty bucks
I'm here, and I'm telling you what your rappers didn't live
In the neighborhood, I wait for it to pass, at my belt, my Beretta
Whatever we do, don't worry, we don't let ourselves be fucked by our choices
A wink to all this smoke that I accumulate every night
And yes, it's true, I'm a big liar, when you only make me want to come
Baby my heart doesn't have your time, there's my hate whining
So I went back to the studio, you loved me
The downside is that I have other concerns
The love of money, and getting high every night
I went back to the studio, I saw some hate me
Thanks to my talent, dude, I have other concerns
The love of money, my rhymes, getting high every night

I came in armed with a 3.5.7
I tell him "Empty this cash register"
Before I blow your head off
As if I was going to do it
I invested in the weed
That's how it goes in my ghetto
It's shit, we need euros
Yeah, we need to make them
We told each other we loved each other
You wanted me to make you a baby
And I wasn't ready
With another, you went to do it
I spend my whole life in the studio
I hang out at night with my buddies
They don't want us on their radios
Don't worry, one day it will happen

Sweep the floor, I don't give a damn about studies
Balls, but I won't end up with a broom
Become a footballer, do you remember?
We'll end up on the field, waiting for the money to come
A small job? No, we preferred the plaques
Time flies and I realize that some brothers have lost their minds
'Sky, weed, getting high, we should stop one day
Yes, I did harm, you have to understand it was a crisis at the controls

I came in armed with a 3.5.7
I tell him "Empty this cash register"
Before I blow your head off
As if I was going to do it
I invested in the weed
That's how it goes in my ghetto
It's shit, we need euros
Yeah, we need to make them
We told each other we loved each other
You wanted me to make you a baby
And I wasn't ready
With another, you went to do it
I spend my whole life in the studio
I hang out at night with my buddies

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