[Intro]
Dark niggas and Saracens
[Verse 1]
I write my lyrics in African ink and handcuffed
Jeans down I can't put a high-kick, 38 loaded on the side
The security guard follows me into the store, he's right he knows me
Sinister nigger and Saracens; zero ball under the cap
Misfortune is in the concrete, happiness is in the meadow
These cockroaches have their noses in the Baygon, the 0.9 zer is in the line
I box with words, Muhammad Ali crowned me
I'm in the turfu, I'm neither from Miami nor Boulonnais
My sky is black I'm going to ask Bolloré to color it
Some stores in the USA, on rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré
You're tight, I'm cheeky
I'm a ton of idiots, t It's a kilo of tea
If you're a fighter plane we're going to crash, that's for sure I don't know how to fly
Slap on the ball, it sucks me when it rolls
br/>Hood on the jnoun it's not Michaël Youn
[Chorus]
May God punish me for being like the others
May God punish me for being like the others others
[Verse 2]
Kabobs from has-been rappers for the Mechwi
Only your great grandmother is the whore who doesn't know who I am
¿ Qué pasó, hijo de puto?
What's going on, wesh, do you look small?
Don't act crazy on IG, on Snap
Don't do it crazy on Twitter I tell you Meek Mill
I was born when the settlers marched on Pikine
Unity is strength, ask the victims
I don't kill the brats, I I'm a nice guy
Only number ones, my typical team
Black beard, worthy corsair
Outing lessons, helicopter
Armed duo on the hornet
Hungry niggas on the corner
Light speed on lane 7
I like my re-brothers not my neighbor
Fuck with it I sleep in Cochin
I'm OKLM on the Croisette
Find me in the turfu I'm not from this world
I go from 0 to 100, in less than 4 seconds
br/>There's even more re-ba because it's so high
May God punish me for being like the others
You suck all night long, you're ragnagnas
You're cool ®che like the girl in Sagna
Charger in the shape of a Banana
I live as if there was no mañana
[Chorus]
May God punish me to be like the others
May God punish me for being like the others
[Outro]
I will fit into their ball, not their mold
As would have wish Brazza, Allah y rahmou
Heaven seven... heaven seven... heaven seven
May God punish me

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