My life, I didn't steal it, no, I didn't steal it It's YL, my mouth, it's Lar-Lar Come to Marseille, ask how it's going We're everywhere, brother We forbid ourselves, no sector, none, my mouth Worse than Abroad, Herbel Gang My life, I didn't steal it, this kind of love, it doesn't piss me off In the world of the high, with four dogs In front guard, don't hide it Nothing to hide, come to Marseille, ask who I am Not a thug, just a valiant I'm in Herbel, before the showcase There's demon piss in the gut And it's millions of views, I don't give a *** I have a million things in my head, it's the land and the sea But there's nothing to do, we find ourselves chained Because there's nothing to lose And the worst thing is that there's nothing to take So, then you gallop Then I catch you, I make you dirt Yeah, my gun, you gallop I make sure they cast an eye They will place spells in my coffin I'm not old enough to do the Jet League If you leave me on the ground, it's impossible That tonight you close your eyes That I sleep at night, I'm raptor I have your hatred to sell and my friend wants to light me up It's for my mother, I have no choice Our friendship is dead and no one can revive it So, then you gallop You're not there, I'm in trouble But keep it, your kiss, keep it My love, I don't want to talk to you anymore They want snow to skate right now Miserable, I'm looking for power I find it, I keep it like Vladimir Putin I calm them down like Vladimir Putin I have friends everywhere, in Baghdad As many years have passed in the four towers You are given to think when you speak alone I don't feel any passion when you shoot I didn't think about it, I didn't think about it, my brother I'm in the space-time room If you leave me on the ground, I'll let my brother talk I put down the bricks, I build it No competition, the same little mess I break the pose like a real little barbarian I rap and I hit like Kendrick Larla Kendrick Larla So, you like this bitch She does her best, but she does it well No, she deserves a beating You're in the club, you clap like Marlowe But unfortunately, you're the only one to talk That I'm sleeping at night, I'm trapped I have hatred to sell and my friend wants to light me up It's for my mom, I have no choice Our friendship is dead and no one can revive it So, are you galloping? You're not here, I'm in trouble But keep it, your kiss, keep it My love, I don't want to talk to you anymore Ah, like Kendrick Larla Ha ha Special dedication to my team YL We're together, don't worry, the album is in the oven It's going to be very, very heavy For Marseille, for my whole city For all the neighborhoods, for all the neighborhoods of France For all my Vaillants, for all my Vaillants The Vaillants are with YL