[Intro : Bigflo & Oli]
- Good, we finished a new album, The Dream Life. It's the rest of The True Life
- Euh, ok
- This bit, it’s "Nous aussi 2", the rest of a song from the first album too
- Fuck, that's complicated
- I know, I know. Bigflo and Oli, you know them, no ? (Hou hou)

[Couplet 1 : Bigflo]
I am the type of guy to be a shut-in
Filled with blinded ideas
My hairs well cut, good clothing
I am the favorite of your grandmother
The money that I win, I burry it
I am not going to comment
But I have beauty that makes me dough
I make less money than my mates in dentistry
I'm not content with a little
I won’t rest long, I am getting old
Some people think I am pretentious
I am waiting for them all to kill each other
For now, I silently rest
More than a diamond, I am very precious
And then, I will soar into the heavens
I am the blue eyes white dragon
It's time to du du-du-du-du-du-duel
Babie, I am the harshest and the cruelest
I am not really well, you can see it at the bottom of my eyes
Don't cross me alone at night in the back alley
It's Biggie on the mic', yes, my friend, I'm rapping
I'm like a mini star, I live far from solidarity
You don't care what I say, idiot
I could say "bl bl bl bl" through the entire track
The girls say it more and more :
"With his mustache, Bigflo, he is dead
In my heart, it’s like the Russian mountains
I confess that he is ugly, he has a thing" (thank you)
I am fed up with them, copying the States
Damn, man, à l’Américaine, yes, we can
Le week-end, je mange des McCain avec ma best friend
Me, I am french, yeah, it's not as cool
But I have camembert so I don’t give a damn
I cut into a baguette not over-cooked
I believed Molière, he wanted to do something great
Stop the rap, go play the banjo
Sometimes, I sell their rhymes under the table
With my Pokémon, I ride to Kanto
And the girls complain : aparently, I strip too much, oops (no)
"Biggie (no)
Tell, me, do you hide under the Kimo-(no)"
I have hot blood, yeah, I am lati-(no)
Yesterday, again I lost everything to the casi-(no)
In my dreams : I sell millions of albums
I am married to Hermione
I wake up, I am alone and I am that man
No taller than three apples
Thus, I go back to sleep, I go back to sleep
I go back to sleep but I am an insomniac
I have the drive in this rap, I want some more
The organs of a rapper in a great vase
I make them doubt my madness, it's for the blacks and ara-bs
Please, don't choke, what'chu got, dude ? You are all pale
Why do you speak to me all quiet ? Big up to you in any case
Don’t look so guilty or I am going to end your life
And yeah, my mate, I'm like this
When I lift up a girl, I cry out : "Wingardium Leviosa"
[Pont : Bigflo]
I put my head on a badge for this game, I have no one to say thank you to, no one
I want the SACEM of Master Gims
While waiting, for two albums, I fill Bercy

[Refrain : Bigflo & Oli]
You did turntables
You've had concerts
You've had one at Bercy
Us too !
You've had views, you've had hits, you've made dough, huh, us too
You've met Michel Drucker, guess what ? Us too
Bring the whorehouse to concerts, us too, we can do that
These rappers hate your favorite rappers
If you sense yourself all alone, come, we are able to help you
Officer, we will explain everthing to you
We killed the french rap but we didn't do it on purpose

[Couplet 2 : Oli]
I must not forget to buy toilet paper
I note my errands in these verses
You can find the beginning bad
But the rest of these lyrics are going to smack away everything
I shoot in the masses, it's how I attack
You sense the smack coming ?
The only medium that has read my future
Had a heart attack
Without any effort, I make everyone fine
My oxymorons, my metaphors, it surprises them
I send them flying, I can do that
To the bottom and the like, they want to go again, to the microphone
The say that I am too strong, that I create
An art of gold, that's hardcore rap, I make tons
I fear death so I rap a ton
I don't speak of my treasure to the telephone
To the television, it makes me weird
I never assumed my image
Even in towns, I am a star
I have more photos taken of me than Mona Lisa
"Oli, is that you ?"
Yes, mum
"You are still rapping ?"
Evidentally
"You aren't tired of it after all the crowds and all the concerts ?"
No, it's worse than before
Genius of verbs, since early on, I tease
They are thirty but talk to little girls
I rap for my home town and my mates there
I'm not from Paris, from somewhere else : "Chocolatine"
My psy wants to see me more, she says it isn't a punishment
Since the voices in my head hears the voices in hers
I had ideas that were neither astounding nor clear
Imagine with a joint of weed
If I'm not a millionaire by twenty-five
It's because I became one at twenty-two
All alone in Mordor, it says to me that I'm something special
The sound is too loud, however, the little kids sleep
They listen to me slaughter down to the bottom DOM-TOM
I'm in great form since my teams creates my albums
In the Garonne, I am thrown a chest
There was something unknown inside of it
I already thought about killing myself
Just for that Bigflo gets the money from the best-of
I rap for the girls and for the stubborn
For those who slave away, those who study
I rap for those younger, those who are old
Must not forget to buy toilet paper, no
[Refrain : Bigflo & Oli]
You did turntables
You've had concerts
You've had on at Bercy
Us too !
You've had views, you've had hits, you've made dough, huh, us too
You've met Michel Drucker, guess what ? Us too
Bring the whorehouse to our concerts, us too, we can do that
These rappers hate your favorite rappers
If you sense yourself all alone, come, we are able to help you
Commissioner, we will explain everthing to you
We killed the french rap but we didn't do it on purpose