[Lyrics from "Pictures on the Walls"]

[Intro]
Hey
OB cómo está?
Check the photos on the walls, alone, I have no choice, I have to seem sure of myself

[Verse 1]
Look what I did in two weeks, imagine what I can do in two months, go back home
I see your room again, basically I was endearing
The night camouflages what dawn reveals, get up at four o'clock, I’m going to set another alarm clock
Discipline as a watchword, I have a good job, but a great job by the way, I do six, roles
You want to understand how it goes, we have to reverse the roles
Not the rhymes, the cques-J', he doesn't like rats, your success or the reflection of their failure, all that comes out, it escapes them
In sah, it’s just real, basic, it was just dreams, it's beautiful like this guy who doesn't care about the rules
I see it's too late, the heart is bleeding
How to heal from this? Don't worry, we'll end up laughing at this
If there is more respect, there is nothing, we negotiate

[Verse 2]
It's not worth it that I exclaim or that I shout
I didn't know there wasn’t so much money in my notebooks
Damn, in fact, I had money in my notebooks, remains a bit of change in the Carhartt
If God blesses, it’s because mom is doing Lent
Tonight, I'm with her, the one who loves Karim very much
No sleep, a bowl of rosé or a glass of Kellogg’s, which we drink with a spoon, in coffee
NBOW, it's a body, not a GAFA, I believed in my rap, I didn't pass the BAFA
She, I didn't give her a sapphire, he can’t do without women anymore
Damn his mother, he can't do without his wife
I lost everything, except my passion, if you meet me it's always alone
Hands caress innocently
She did her nails, she knows that I like to see that
I don't give a fuck, I know it bothers you
No party until I finished bum-al, anyway, I didn't go to parties even when I didn't have a job, when I wasn't doing bum-al
I'm pretending, I can't talk anymore, no, I'm not pretending, I can't talk anymore
You won't have a collab', fuck off, there won't be a hug
You're right, I don't have a sidekick, I leave you the prods, the maps, the Apollos
I'm redoing the plan under pollen, there's everything in Paris, I'm going to tell you how long before NBOW animates me
Third text in thirty-five hours, weekend, I don't count overtime or titles
Neither erasures nor women, a life you're afraid of
To believe that we do everything we learned in movies
Do I like or am I counting the sentences? They won't believe me if I tell them they're going to see me in the movies
A life you're afraid, third text in thirty-five hours, weekend