[Lyrics to "Elixir"]

[Intro]
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Next year's album, it will be released this year (This year)

[Single verse]
How about we go back to the crime scene? (Let's go)
To get twelve balls, stop boosting me, boost Leys, boost Houssbad
And I find myself in front of the staircase on which, I had sworn to fuck everything (And I did)
Ah, l'eques-J', you've been on the road (Eh-eh), Boom Boom and then, the hеart of the queen
Don't worry, I have the shouldеrs to take over
I have no choice, I have to take the lead, the cques-J', Booska, the thirty-two lines are expensive
Here, you're tense, take two slats, it's ppe-f' from Huntelaar, feat' Sofiane
Then take the TV, they imitate you, do they equal you?
I'm leaving Paname in a Benz' café crème, I hesitate to make peace or penetrate you (Let's go)
Harmony, plenitude, roll
Clashes, I don't give a fuck
Made even more money than expected (Plus) and why are you so much?
Me, when I go, basically, it's private (Fuck him)
It's been two days, I feel weird, damn what the hell am I doing? (Nothing)
Middle of Chatelet while I have two sounds left to trer-ren and I'm off
Million, huge bat, walking street, cap
If I have to end up with legs (With legs, don't call me)
I settle down, determine like a Ukrainian on the Russian front, fuck off
I carry my balls like a young bugger who doesn't have big eggs (Nothing)
The future ahead of me, it's not the artist who speaks, it's the label boss (NBOW)
We didn't have enough for co-schools but the game, if you don't structure yourself, it's just fucking
Mehlich, it's only art, I don't even count bitch shots anymore
Babe, he hears you but he doesn't listen to you anymore
Look what I did in an hour, imagine what I can do in two months
Is it art or a publicity stunt?
I'll never give you the luxury of knowing everything about me, I'm not vague, just modest
She wants to do it, she wants to sit on me
I do more promo, it's the media that do it on my back (Mistakes)
Mistakes, we will surely make others, I carry too many people on my back
Babe, I'm writing, I'm on my phone, lulled by overcome errors
There's still your foundation on my jeans (Bitch)
Yesterday again, we thought we were stylish in all-chip clothes
So the cques-J ', how do you live the fact that you shine? (Nothing)
It seems that you took two hundred bullets? How do you experience success?
Have you seen Dirty's face? And what do you think of Shay?
Hey, you saw, it's oppressive
It's you who projects yourself, it's not me who represents you
Hey, you saw, it's oppressive, you saw, it's oppressive
It's you who projects yourself, it's not me who represents you (Represent)
[Outtro]
They announce their bum-al by changing their profile picture
Stop your Latin guitars, the cques-J', it's not a Cuban
I bring in NBOW, no need to be incubated
I forgot to make a transfer for all these products that I beat up
When I was little, I was discreet, I didn't say that I was going to rap
In the neighborhood, there's the raptor, suddenly, I was alone, his mother
I told them that the game, I was going to rob it, they laughed, I robbed it
They took the seum, his mother