Verse 1 Neither trigger disciple nor blood on machete I am from a hole to fill what is empty Would you BM or Bentley ? Sorry, I'm riding a Bugatti You take what it comes, I'm reaching what it refused Gimme some Jay-Z, a dunk like Iguodala Send me a bad romance, I found a Lady in a gala On a fast lane, my fate, me holding the wheel The only master, some powder for power of will Do you know me well ? Bet on my face I'm a joker, batman fell into the trap I control the chessboard The backboard, I‘m on call, shoot and then I score Squeezed through a life, still looking for my purpose Waiting, reflecting, inspired so I write a prose Hoes bragging, flirting 'cause I rhyme, man I'm chillin' Is your stomach aching ? No, but I'm groaning Living violence for the pursuit of prosperity Claiming happiness while everything is heavy An escape from this world, me and my best memories My name is Self-Expression, I do it for the people Verse 2 So I spit a word, fine You spit for a gram Okay, so the girl's mine While you drinking some wine Ain't enough light to be European Too tanned, f** it ! I'm doing my thing I stand and I beam Keep ya head up, 2pac is gone, it's done ! What you've done ? Losing a battle it doesn't mean you're a f**ing loser Traveling all around the world, buying to a street peddler France no elegances, over haute couture Copy me Street Hop, now I'm the entrepreneur I take care of my legacy, I've got an enemy Am I mad ? Man, TV, NEWS, Newspapers, welcome to conspiracy Wearing Jordans' Jordan I'm the Flyest Burj Khalifa, on the rooftop, I'm the Highest First cla**, fast life, livin', chilin' in a palace I dolo, one day I'll get a shot, poor lil fellows are jealous Hatred decides to take the upper hand when you the illest Verse 3 Everything's got an end Me, I'm holding a pen Stories are inside of my brain You can feel my pain Genuine style, my name in the Hall of fame Your style is lame, I started and I'll do it again No b**hes when I'm hitting switches in a six-four She'd put that a** on the floor, ready for a deep throat Fresh air, I wanna flee in a spaceship Drifting in the air, I need more space sh** Forever, you been hustling in a corner A shout out to heroes, they built life for dreamers I found the lost tape, I found the real rap My flow, a breath in a tide place Grab a toast, celebrating hope I'm into freedom yeah I'm the best scrapper Don't need a spot at the top of a sky scrapper Haters and gossip, let me play some dope sh** Hell is burning, devil's signed your bail An eye and a pyramid, it's not a hieroglyph If I stand revealing the truth I'll be a « hero Glib » I share, can't be seen, complaining my own sorrow I wake up wondering: what it'll happen tomorrow ?