Abba, Future Best, N.E., don't take the N.E. Paname, it's not Beverly Hills, they could do Maradona To score, I put my hand, Maradona You want a hit, don't come here, even the Dalai Lama I spit on the defeat, I stop the ball Bernard Lama to do Lama And the guys would even prefer to dance in the rain This bitch of a judge can incarcerate you, even without proof in the rain Don't tell me what they think of me, I tell you again, I don't care about their life French rappers kill each other, it's life Sometimes I would like to have everything, but I can be satisfied with nothing Rather than being a good assistant, I prefer to be good at nothing If you have a plan to make some money, we can catch each other And it's not up to us, we can scalp you Cowboys, we confuse your head with the pedestrian voice If you freak out, you assume, I don't see why it surprises you I don't think I'll find love on Facebook or on Twitter Up there, to break hearts, you'll need a pickaxe Bitch, bitch, bitch The N.E. does it alone, the Skud's house is a bank We have a shitty driver's license, they'll give us the tank Yeah, I take what I say, I don't care about life, I don't care about what they say We're Kenny, big difference between what I'm told and what I live Rappers are just followers, none of them are at the same level as a leader For the thugs, their balls are empty, there's more respect for Bieber When these dogs reach their goal, they'll forget their friends We're more real than real, demand a fifou, there's no picture 400km per day, 4 or 5 times per lap N.E. everywhere, it's just the beginning of the journey It's between suspects, scratch on it, rap, one by all, two debts I'm Kletoman, don't invite me in a fit, or I'll steal your star Bitch, bitch, bitch On the fields, there are well-modeled gazelles The guys are in wolf mode, real nightmarish We want our envy to help Lindo It's a white crab because Malone ate it, he consumed it, he maloné After sunset, you can get *** by a guy with a bad nose I have the gap of a match, I don't give a *** if I can light you up Even if you're dead, you'll be alone at your funeral For those who raise Yamaha, the little ones, the big ones who pick up *** all the politicians, because we don't give a *** about Rama Controversial like the Hamas, it's like a Rama It's like when I come back, call me if there's trouble Every day we blow each other up when it's not fire, we're Kayas with N Even if it's your common, we *** you in the ass, the routine of the neighborhood slows us down H24 seems good to hit me, who challenges me Tell the boss that he's going to end badly, Gaddafi Gaddafi, Gaddafi, Gaddafi Bitch, bitch, bitch Hey, you gave me a fat shot, boy, I'm complaining Revenge is a dish that is eaten cold, my fridge is full For it to go on fire, all you have to do is speak badly The guys who got shot, they won't tell you it's bullets The keys are counted, we get them down, the bonfires are legends They are there to help people, not to be transported to emergencies Atmosphere, violence, angels give me the trick Don't say that I'm condemned to death, that the atmosphere is electric Ok, I'm the fennec that penetrates, that allows me to tell them to shut up You penetrate Bernal mistakes Yeah, what we're looking for is money And don't get *** by Onalo I wanted to call my girlfriend so much that I took a round Except it's nothing new, I send a lot of talks about rum But the good rappers are like the Indians, we see disappearance We speak the language of the trees, don't look for conversation