Apparently they're afraid of us
They're big slackers, they're big sissies
Backtrack on your career
I arrive like a beast in rap on a red carpet
They have a very fragile soul and heart
They have no presence, and cheap clothes
I have the "son of" and easy money
And I come home well after Al Fjar's time

Nothing's going to fall from the sky
I don't fight my demons with salt
You'll only see me with new stuff
It's as a family that we, wash our dirty laundry
I fuck you and I'm polite
I already have problems on my back, my face
I show you that I'm like you
But you watch me as if I was walking on water

We come in, we're on the list
Cousin, there are little pussies, yellow chick bills
Rolex, Audemars Piguet, bring out the ticket
Big guy, I leave you the Mauboussin (eh)

You don't know the tarot, you don't have the ticket
It's because you didn't buy it
Me, I've drunk so much, I've swallowed them
It's no longer my cup of tea (Evi)
You no longer see the difference
When I take a puff and spit the smoke in the middle of the fog
You say "it's the fam" but he put it to you
Beware, cancer starts with a cold
You saw the Chiron) you saw the iron (iron)
If we put everything, you make a big ulcer ('cère)
Close your eyes, close the shutters
Bring in the little dead ones, it's too vulgar (Evi)

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