Like Jehovah's Witnesses, I need to believe in it
I need to believe in it
It can turn into a bat fight on a Saturday night
On a Saturday night
Shout out to my OG's
My guys don't even know, nigga, that they're OG's
Don't talk bad nigga, there's work, bring out the tools
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music
It's not music for liars, it's MZ
It's not music for fools, it's MZ
Joint, glass of tchapalo, bitch and it's my happy birthday
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music nigga

They sucked, I left them
They've paved, it hurt me
Here I am back from the damned
Lord, will you help them?
If I go hard it's for my crew
If I go hard it's for my gang
We've been hustling for years
For these damn banknotes
Special shout out to Davidson
Today our sounds circulate outside the zone
I've sold more dope than CDs
So far I'm working hard to change the game
I wage war without khaki fatigues
Bitch, get on Big Daddy's dick
Make me spit, go ahead baby
So I can go back to dealing with my enemies
Like the niggas around me, I'm an OG
Like the variety of my weed, I'm an OG
My mafia swore Omertà
That's why we always stay silent in front of the OPJ
Foutou, sauce graine, Maggi flavor
A love gangster, fuck the fragile niggas
Knight of the Zodiac without Achilles heel
The whores wait, the bitches talk and Jok'Air acts, you get it?

Like Jehovah's Witnesses, I need to believe in it
I need to believe in it
It can turn into a bat fight on a Saturday night
On a Saturday night
Shout out to my OG's
My guys don't even know, nigga, that they're OG's
Don't talk bad nigga, there's work, bring out the tools
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music
It's not music for liars, it's MZ
It's not music for fools, it's MZ
Joint, glass of tchapalo, bitch and it's my happy birthday
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music nigga

Love, yes I say it to all my OG
Love, yes I say it to all my OG's
Test my buddy to see the tools
We're not thugs
Let's say rather informed men
Kisses to all these female OG's
Kisses to all these female OG's
My OG cheated on you, I know it's not pretty
Especially when you vomit, to welcome the arrival of his son

The music is good like the coke you sniff
Nigga, I sleep badly when I don't bring in cash
Tchapalo in the glass, until I get drunk
The djandjus pass to the pan ask Jean-Yves
Pet, zippet, amné
Bring out the cash and my guys will bring it to you
Our shitty stories will never end
But compared to these bums we're armed
I prepare the bags, shake the codeine
Atiékké, grilled fish as protein
Jeci Jess lean, Marlo lean
While this drugged rapper makes his line disappear
We've never been wise
As kids this bitch of a teacher never gave us an image
Hey, I'm with Yaks at the 'ssage, we're looking for cash

Like Jehovah's Witnesses, I need to believe in it
I need to believe in it
It can turn into a bat fight on a Saturday night
On a Saturday night
Shout out to my OG's
My guys don't even know, nigga, that they're OG's
Don't talk bad nigga, there's work, bring out the tools
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music
It's not music for liars, it's MZ
It's not music for fools, it's MZ
Joint, glass of tchapalo, bitch and it's my happy birthday
Poor us, it's not just MZ Music nigga

Love, yes I say it to all my OG
Love, yes I say it to all my OG's
Test my buddy to see the tools
We're not thugs
Let's say rather informed men
Kisses to all these female OG's
Kisses to all these female OG's
My OG cheated on you, I know it's not pretty
Especially when you vomit, to welcome the arrival of his son

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