["Légende vivante" Lyrics]
[Unique verse]
This is me, the police of the police (yeah)
I believe in revenge, not justice (yeah)
I'm going to start a cult, double the Freemasons
You can go to bed less stupid and die like an idiot
She's not so pretty, she looks good
Screw record houses, all the labels (ah that)
At our parties, no one dilutes
Two or three more levels and I evolve (that)
Little, don't be crazy, you have to clean your room
Really, all traitors like arrangеd rum
The cops are stupid, the weed is grown
I livе the night like vampires and bakers
I'm in the masked game like a bank robber
No reissue like these sales scrapers
Some drop their pants, others have thrown in the towel
I don't feature anyone, I don't fuck anything
I have a heart of stone, it needs to be carved
By nurse Joëlle, I'm auscultated
The life of a star leaves bad traumas
I already have all the badges, I want the Charme Chroma
Either you lose, or you win, yeah, it's binary
I take 40 sluts to a seminar
I hadn't saved, I had just paused
I'm going to fuck this life until menopause
I'm practicing hand-to-hand combat with bricks
I'm not worried about tomorrow, I just arrested 10 bricks
Surrounded by beautiful women, no bodyguard
Bubbles in flutes, you know the decor
There are prostitutes who fake, witches who self-immolate
I'm neither new nor old school
You smoked kilos, we smoked tons
I only like drugs, rap, Pokémon
Scene beast, sex beast, I filled girls and I filled rooms
I don't put on a show, screw an intermittent
Already 42 tackles, it's not even halftime
It's the Chinese, not the monk who makes the habit
You have a suite, I have cursed exodia (yes)
Here, it lives on hatred and fresh weed (yes)
In the club like in the pack, I take the freshest
Bring out the butterflies in the shape of a blade
Rico, he's my brother, he's the reflection of my soul
I bet on myself, not the trifecta
Homophobic rappers suck to break through
Covid, a conspiracy like AIDS (mmh)
All the girls have the seum when you approach them
The devil wears Prada (yeah), and the pointers wear Lacoste (shee)
There is pure CC like in Rio
A mustached hat like Mario
We did it big to big, not little to little
I paint like Picasso, they doodle like Charlie
Not very eco-friendly but nature has spoiled me
I know I'm going to blow everything up since I was ten
Money is nothing, it's just paper (paper)
I'm a living legend so enjoy it