I got plenty lyrics floating in my head so my head movin'
Everytime I hear a nice beat, man I start k**in'
With flows, no flaws like a Beyonce song
With these notes and melodies, bruh I really get along
I move on to Opsines
Witnesses from crime scenes
Since I told Suroh treize to bring the heat on my song YIP
Hmm chiant ?
Who would have thought that I conquer your language?
That's some muthuf**ing black gold for your knowledge
Yeah, I choose my bars like it's a candy store
So sweet, diabetes gonna catch that sh** fosho'
n***as want green so actin' like crocodile
When they feel the danger coming they all bitin' my style
I don't know what's going through my mind lately
A lot of question and reflexion got me soliloquyin'
It's funny cause these women think that i'm Isaiah (What?)
Back in Paris, saw me in the crowd and gave me respect
All my ennemis behaving like they former friend
But can't understand my function won't come into an end
I spend two f**ing summers thinking about myself
My mistakes, my mixtapes, dead angels in my head
Compelled to grow ahead of my time cause of circonstances
Just Wanna see my momma proud qui m'dit "Ouais c'est bien mon fils"
But life ain't simple as I used to be a little kid
I paint my vision of the world with -
But I got colors remaining
And I got my brain evolving
I'm spending long dark night like i'm tryna save Gotham
Who wrote this? Who wrote that? Man f** y'all with these gossips
I don't wanna be noticed
I just wanna be discreet
Be recognized by my talent that i'm providing on music
My flow's so complementary to my rhetoric
Tu fais les totaux dans ta tête et tu verras l'Afrique...
It's all mathematics...