(Doom still here) I'm with FREAKEY!, we're cashing checks

I'll explain to you what La Vie Rapide is
How I can flex like a boss
How I spend without being stupid
I roll big joints, I roll torpedoes
It's sold-out when I come to your city
I even smoked out the city hall
Connected to Kinshasa, Brazzaville
I'm a gaseous genius, shoutout to Le Civil
It's an NSX, not a Honda Civic
The guys never go past New Brunswick
She's crazy about me, she knows I'm too unique
Smoking the organic from my brother Nick
I come to Amsterdam just to take two or three pics
I talk about peasants, yeah, I send jabs
My life deserves its own biopic

Sacrifices over sacrifices
But I just send the fireworks
Hotter than artificial intelligence
My new baddie, she's superficial
And I know she loves that I love material things
I need my own jet, I should smoke out the sky
So many agents coming into my emails
Like Fouki, I want to get lost in the sky
With Doom and FREAKEY!, we're the elite
You there, my dude, the fat or the encephalitis
My bitch, slim-thick with cellulite
I wear furs hunted by the Inuits
I take the TGV First Class, InOui
Don't worry, we've invaded Europe
Young Italian, I have Gucci on my feet
Rich girl, she grew up in Neuilly
My outfit costs the price of a Suzuki
I'm the final drawing, you're the sketch
I just need to get Rihanna pregnant
Yeah, I come like A$AP Rocky
I go to Italy just to eat gnocchi
The steak I eat is always aged
In uppercase, I tweet
In several countries, I sell my products
Professional, but I screw the industry
Don't worry, I don't care about your siblings
I don't wait for my country's co-sign
Finesse, I come in pirate mode
I was twelve, dreaming of a Pagani
Too strong in the game, soon I'll be banned
In my joint, I put Afghani
It's not just my year, it's my decade
I'm in the 93, I'm in Saint-Denis
I live in STL and I live in Montreuil
And I tell off everyone who gives me the evil eye
Only designer, even on my armchair
I want designer, even on my coffin
Only designer, even on my wallet
I wear designer, even when I'm in mourning
I wear designer when I cross thresholds, yeah

I'll explain to you what La Vie Rapide is
How I can flex like a boss
How I spend without being stupid
I roll big joints, I roll torpedoes
It's sold-out when I come to your city
I even smoked out the city hall
Connected to Kinshasa, Brazzaville
I'm a gaseous genius, shoutout to Le Civil
It's an NSX, not a Honda Civic
The guys never go past New Brunswick
She's crazy about me, she knows I'm too unique
Smoking the organic from my brother Nick
I come to Amsterdam just to take two or three pics
I talk about peasants, yeah, I send jabs
My life deserves its own biopic

Haha, you already know, we're here
Young Rowjay, aka Young Fucking Finesseur
I'm back, yeah
It's La Vie Rapide, you're currently listening to
La Vie Rapide, and it's the explanation of La Vie Rapide
Because sometimes we have to explain to these young peasants
What we do
Because they don't understand, they think it's a myth
They're there like "oh, Rowjay, he must be talking crap"
Well no, don't worry, it's for real
What I'm saying, I really went to Amsterdam
Six hours, just to take two or three photos
Smoke in two coffee shops
After that, I moved, what do you think I'm going to do?
Bang hookers? We don't even have the time
Haha, Young Rowjay, aka Young Finesseur, it's La Vie Rapide
Don't worry

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