[Produced by Jack Flaag]
[Verse 1]
It's not the hood that's leaving me
It's me who's leaving the hood
I made money, money, money, already
I didn't yawn, yawn, made damages
Tyson, Gris Bordeaux, Bombardier
I'm gonna break your back, not marry you
Don't hold my hand, it's gonna talk
Already got my Balmain down on the landing
Like Audrey Tcheuméo, I'm a medalist
Vámonos, nigga, go dallé
The cuenta was very, very pricy
Your halal, I'm a make her cry
[Chorus]
Africa, you don't grow old
They wanna marry, marry, marry you
Your surname will be hostage taking
What's the use of being lion in a cage?
Send me the weed, the millions in cash
Gotta make money, money, money
Madam judge, it was a surge of rage
I machine-gunned like a savage
[Verse 2]
It's not the hood that's leaving me
It's me who's leaving the hood
I made money, money, money, already
I battled, battled, made damages
I don't hear all them hyenas
I'm facing a plate of tiep bou dienn
Even black I could become red of rage
Slave don't get no remission
Those who don't wanna make business
I ask of you : please get off here
Your pussy's course is falling
Pour me a shot of Mandela
[Chorus]
Africa, you don't grow old
They wanna marry, marry, marry you
Your surname will be hostage taking
What's the use of being lion in a cage?
Send me the weed, the millions in cash
Gotta make money, money, money
Madam judge, it was a surge of rage
I machine-gunned like a savage
[Verse 3]
Lion of Teranga, nun' much, I did what I had to, had to
Senegal, DKR, Generation Boul Falé, Falé
He loved Africa but the bag pushed him to leave, leave
Give me the massa, mamakossa, F.L.O, Mara Salvatrucha
Nigga, don't really got no luck
The ass is flat, you don't really do no squats
For you I've got perfect formula : uppercut left right
Tyson, Gris Bordeaux, Bombardier, I'm gonna break your back
He got into her and went too fast : she spoiled the bro
To better wheelie inside some mothers, I changed the exhaust
I'm a pirate meaning a sea bass, I can bare you my fangs