Brrr, brrrrr yeah, I never mourn
I light a doobie, rarely a candle
They want us to move
Me, I can't move, I'm not a pigeon
Do you get it? I need my jewels
Kisses

We're in place, don't drool behind
I only feel alive outside
I make few mistakes, at worst, I learn
I dream of building an empire, Japan
I want to see diamonds on the wrist
As if I were Chief Keef

They listen to their songs, they
Find them poignant but me
I say it's all the same
Don't rub, I don't need
Affection, my path
It's God who draws it
Right hand on a whore's ass
My left angel gives me signs
The devil next to me congratulates me
He comes to see me with a contract in hand

I don't want his contact, no no no
Who will handle my case in the end?
I move forward and check boxes, before that
I was stuck on my couch
Before that, I lived like a
Monkey in a year, I won't be there

Ten in my head but I'm alone in the world
Once we make some dough
We'll fill a palace, go
There's no point in talking to you about it
My hatred and my weed in a bag
There's no better message than silence
By talking too much some are no longer the same

I don't like life, mine
Smells like death, plus, outside
It's cold and I can't feel my hands
Do you love me for who I am
Or what I do? Tell me, huh
Anyway, I don't care, you want your shot
Come see me on a Sunday

In my life I'm calm I'm
Serene, apart from two or three deaths
The family is doing great
My team is behind to support
My projects, investing in me
It's a good idea
My flow, it's a Lambo' with
African colors, next to it
The competition rides a scooter

I fuck them, I enjoy it for me
It's a thrill like fucking the
Two daughters of a police officer
I come to fuck mothers like on Brazzers
Rolex on the wrist and I'll be on time
They don't even understand what we're achieving
Pains and scars we
Feed our sorrows

Even the strongest man can't escape
His fate
You can ask Tyson or Bruce Lee
I feel the music under my
Skin in my veins
As if I were a junkie in Brooklyn
You think you're strong, make an effort, at 200
I arrive, I turn on the headlights and
I make them run away, yeah
Always like in the old days, yeah

The paths separate, there are
Many possible outcomes
I move forward but I don't know where I'm going
Be careful with the life you
Lead, every day, I'm a leader
It's "walk or die"
My mom wants to see me end up at the top
My bitch is just waiting for a new bag

Money is money, there are no friends or
Enemies, there are no good methods
There are no dirty jobs
As soon as I wake up, I have a knot in my
Stomach, plus, since I drank
I look like shit
Be careful with the people around you, they can
Screw you over, if you have several friends
You only have one mother
It's a matter of respect, I want
All my share, not the leftovers

Your girl has an appetite
I hit it and I pay her with restaurant vouchers
How many brothers on the road have
Come back? How many, in the end, stayed there?
At home, a man, we estimate
Only if he is true
I don't care if you're a star

All these sluts don't even
Know how to string two words together I smoked a bag
I paralyze myself to channel the demon
One in the pocket, one under the sock
I've never put anything in a pouch
We're not going to fight over whores
Big checks

If you're hungry, my brother, come
We'll share a skewer
Of course we're crazy
I live my life as if I
Didn't give a damn
I locked everything in a notebook
I'm sure of my death
Not sure to reincarnate

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