I know that the message is received, she knows that the message is precise We know that the message is precise, for the currency everything is in a hurry Olé olé olé, where are you brother, you must be kidding They told me too much, now where are you, you make me laugh I looked for the perfect, eventually they find me I'm new, I'm Goku, I'm Naruto, without need, the sound proves me I'm brilliant, it's not rite It looks like I lived less time, but I made the river evolve Photos say to trap in the world, it's not rite I talk to myself, but hey man The weight of my life, it's bars, you have to do it slowly when it's arid Climbing a gang, we crush, and without doing it on purpose when we walk It's Matrix, without what is, it happens I don't change, it's the same May God lend me life May Jarrus slide in the net May life open the doors of a big window Like Montreux, it's my niggas Like Chopper, it's the opportunity of guys I don't sell myself like Cactus Jack I bite in the rap box The jobbers drop, the jacks jack you Newton, Dada, I buy from Jack Check, enough of charge, no bottle of Jack I want mountains of Djiboutienne Jed, and the Jack's jacket Check, oh, as long as my lungs hold Unaligned, you hold me The fight is a beautiful job, I hope the good for the genes I finish them like a next theme I eternalize when I approach a tetra And I did the sport for the summer I bomb like James Bond Change station, don't change station You're adulated for your rap In quotes, dirty I think we are like we rap And I contradict the stats On the other hand, I fill the stacks I don't forget Philistine It's not the brand that makes the style I rap since the dillesties It's not the beautiful pepper that makes the steam Dada, give Dada, eh Dada, give I give you the miss There are no texts All in the fake There's only fake There's only fake There's only fake There's only fake There's only fake There's only fake It's the leader, *** Philly Flinko in this *** Elle veut pas d'un double G La Kona crie, faut la chip Moteur bruyant, les pneus grises J'ai la carte bleue, pas la grise À Los Angeles dans les heels Clanché, rayé par mes Griots En primaire, j'ai le quid Donc je réponds à tous les quiz Je suis connecté dans le Queens J'aime que les fesses et les quiz En plus dans ma ville En plein été, à chaque heure, y'en a mille C'est dur de rester tranquille Ce soir, RDV à minuit, bitch C'est l'heure du grill Sous-titres réalisés para la communauté d'Amara.org