[Lyrics to "Phoenix"]

[Intro]
All that I did for the kid I might have
Check

[Verse 1]
I hesitate to deliver everything on piano notes that border on drill
Fuck off, I'm not a poet but a child of the trap
I don't want your red carpet, triple the amount
I don't want your red carpet, triple the amount
You have to live it to understand it
They want to block my exit like that of Dirty on the ring road
We finish Bourges direction Stuttgart
Passes through the Bas-Rhin
Dude, you won't have twenty or twenty-five
Pass me the godfather
Go line up with your friends who dream of m'ken
Take your seum in patience but hide it
If I go to Golf, dedication to no one
Should have been there, by the way
Especially if the BAC goes to Passat
We beat our heads in the business
I don't even look at passers-by anymore
I see this daron with his kid
Métis color and it's more beautiful than the sky
I put too much soul for it to be just sound
Hey brother it's art, it's not just dirty
I threw the corpses of bottles that were strewn on the ground
Hey brother it's art, it's not just dirty
A raw lightning just split the sky
I had a dream I believed in it strong enough to try to live from it
This one's for the little ones who dream of living off that
I made a bum-al of it I could have made two pounds of that
I sign, I send the masters, I launch a line of clothes
[Bridge]
I repeat: a crude lightning has just split the sky
I had a dream I believed in it strong enough to try to live from it
This one's for kids who dream of living off that
I made a bum-al of it I could have made two pounds of that
I sign, I send the masters, I launch a line of clothes
But you know: "you're an ingrate, you're an ingrate, you're an ingrate"
Askip
"Fuck off" is not Russian

[Verse 2]
I hesitate between a fuck off or a let's go but let's talk about it
There are more people in the NBOW cemetery than within the team
Poto, we come from Nanterre, we don't come out of Descartes
I tell you more than these crazy people, free quarters
Belek to the fire-meu who create the problem
At twenty-two I had a plan worked out between my fifteen-twenty years
Twenty-four I write a little faster my fifteen-twenty pages
Poto, only yesterday I had barely fifteen to twenty balls
And since I have no one to talk to about it, I have to give myself up
PDP, so visceral that I didn't need to read it again
Damn it's easier if I shed a tear
As soon as I'm me-cra on Paris, I break in the south
Bitch when I'm farted I write your name in the sand
As soon as I'm me-cra on Paris, I break in the south
Eh bitch when I'm farted I write your blaze in the sand
Two-zero-two-one I enter the game with my balls, my pen, my own investments
I'm barely emerging, they already behave like dogs
Damn, I can't imagine platinum
Eh kho if you don't want me to smoke you don't hold out the stick
Look what I did with five thousand
Imagine what I can do with fifty
NRP on Paname for my twenty-five years
Yeah I know, twenty-four years old
[Bridge]
It's weird you put more Coke in your glass of Captain
You can't imagine everything that the headliners hide

[Verse 3]
No matter how much you put all your heart into fucking me
I'm paid for hagar but I could have done it just for fun
NBOW how many traitors are there left on the team?
Today I don't answer messages or calls
It's Sunday it's blessed
I throw the beret in the bag otherwise they will bless me
They go me-cra, I don't know anymore
I transferred the whole young booklet to the current account
The showcase of this weekend bro, it's the bare minimum
To stop l'ques-Jac is to get in the way of an Aston launched at 220, on the ring road
Baby it's not worth it that you shed tears
If you look closely you will find love in these verses
It's not just hate that I poured out
The Blackbird is dumped

[Bridge]
It's not just...hate that I poured out
All that I did for the kid that I might have
What is the risk of having

[Outtro]
Come on, let's break up, we don't care about the rest
I told you we'd better leave if you want to live off this damn dream
Come, let's break up, we don't care about the rest
LNS, written between my fifteen and twenty years I had already told you
We have to break up
If you want us to live this damn dream
But there it is dead
If I do it alone we'll say "Fuck off"
There it is strong
Come, let's break up, we don't care about the rest
LNS writes between my fifteen and twenty years
Come, let's break, we don't care about the dream
Come, let's break up, we don't care about the rest
If you want to live off this damn dream
If you want to live off this damn dream