[Lyrics to "Little Angel"]

[Intro]
Check
Fuck off
Cques-Ja is an askip character
Hey

[Verse 1]
I'm doing a bum-al on nothing because there weren't even any of us
We were fine, we didn't even have a kich
We were making love
Calu in the mouth, you didn't even shoot
I'm sure you didn't even remember that
Sunday you opened the curtains you weren't even wearing clothes
Wе were the only onеs to sing "Gare-ci vanilla"
The Ques-jac was nobody, I didn't even come out of her
We used to make love but there wasn't even that
An eternal illusion that is only passing through
I answer more go through LCS or go through Vinz
The distance we accommodate in phases
I don't write anymore, I'm on the bus that brings me back from 9-2 to Paris
A minute of silence for the rappers of Courbevoie, Colombes and Balard
Go fuck his mother
If Ken takes a vacation, I become the king of Panama
I can't deny for long the fact that the money is coming
They don't seem against seeing that Bolloré khalass
Salam fuck off, yalla kolo khara
Second album if you knew
Number of sales to make if I want to cut two hundred
I'm going to tweet "Fuck off" before I leave for two years
LNS writes between my seventeen and twenty-nine years old
Fucking twenty-two years old
I knock down the coal of a team of twelve
They are convinced that I am twenty-nine
I hope you're ready for the details of the deal
[Bridge]
I know that when you get smoked you do damage to yourself, you shit
In the evening you danced baby on Saturday you fuck you chill
Go fuck his mother

[Verse 2]
Baby at first it's hard then you'll love it
Paris-London, London-Beirut, Beirut-Ouarzazate
Black like an epilogue that I leave signed by Ox
I make more effort
I receive the DAs in tobacco bars
Fuck, deep inside...

[Laughs: Dareal]
Damn... Did I break anything, bro?
(No, no you didn't break anything)

[Verse 2 continued]
Fuck we have the phases that you don't have
Already when I wasn't making sound, I had the women you don't have
Time has taken its toll, it's not the same, you've seen
I hesitate to go to bed or to continue the marathon with yet another coffee
REP Nipsey, Shawn Carter
Craftsmanship for the floors to go up
An excess of zeal and I detach myself from that
Hey, do you remember the wine stains
In fact it was bloodstains
[Outtro]
Go fuck his mother
I'm doing a bum-al on nothing because there weren't even any of us