[Intro]
Ah, better get hydrated cause this, this gonna be naughty

[Unique verse]
(Hum shit is sick!)
Yeah, I'm a tightwad, she calls me Jean-Michel Aulas, yeah I'm like that, I'll avoid making kid to a stupid biatch
It's the takeoff, don't crumble, don't lace, no collage, no alcohol in the Cola
It's getting tense like coppers during Nicolas' era, I'm unbeatable, between real n***a, we can make the collab'
Dodi Al-Fayed, around me, slouched cuddling pussies and Galerie Lafayette bags
I'm asked my wishes: to avoid deficiencies, to see the Roland Garros matches and that mom drive in carriage
Before death kisses me, my lifestyle costs an arm, the system is skull-fucking me
North Face, not Helly Hansen, sapeur of the elite, I do teaching
To reach my money
If I have to, I'll take a Velib', in the saddle, on foot, by swimming, by skiing whatever Philly Flingo, let's go (Hum shit is sick!)
Discreet in my city, like some sort of ninja, the productivity of a chinese with the discipline of a jap'
It's Flingo, you already know, I'm the Shiznit, it doesn't move, the double DA
Managing my business, to understand, go to the village, do a small tour
I'm bad at dancing but hell do I rap well, it balances everything out
I hope I'll move forward while keeping my speech, I hope I'll never become a discount n***a
The compet': I don't think these guys beat us (never), I'm not the type of n***a doing quad biking in Dubai
Toubabs, n***as, sharp bicos anti-empty fridge, italian tiling, the chinese one crumbles too fast
For modern art, I really am bringing something so open the door, I feel like Steve Jobs when he made the Ipod
I have the look of a lot of stars, I'm pretty unstable, screw insta' bitches, I'm here to pass a milestone (Hum shit is sick!)
Album release, it was lit, gaddem, now there's people acting like they knew me since the Get Down years
Flatterers, I never listen to you like when politics talk, dick suckers, get out of mine, you'll go nowhere
The profit of two trap house, I'm QLF: que le flouze
I know the frustration I cause, it's like when the bouncer refuses you
Stop your mumbo jumbo, shut up and give me the briefcase, I'm a polygamous n***a: Halle Berry, Salma Hayek (sisi)
An Android, a Mac, I'm ready to rhyme dirty (rhyme dirty), rap from South Paris, since the beginning they know (beginning they know)
You wish you'll join me in the closed club of guys killin' it, excellent is the track record when I recap
We turn (tchoins) upside down and concert venues, never the coats
While I'm into the action, I always aim for the skies, never the Everest
And I don't give a fuck that you're seeing me on the screen, I'm above the thirties bar, I've passed the age of arguing so I don't talk, I choke (Hum shit is sick!)
S on the chest, M on the forehead, on the form, even on the content
I'm called Alpha, I have a star name, your rappers send me theirs CV to shadow me
I look at myself in the mirror, I have the boss face, the threads cost more, we go from sluts to duchesses
The one who moves his feet, loses his seat, but I can rest on my laurels, it's better than a chair (Hum shit is sick!)
(Don Dada Don Dada)
I will always rhyme nasty, don't panic, 7-5-0-1-4, South side, Paris
We wanna wash our dirty souls, drink Zamzam water, those who know, know (sisi)