Égal à moi-même [English translation]

[Verse 1]

I was told, “Consider music as entertainment”

I don’t give a shit about the truth cos the whole world tells lies

By all means necessary make money

Sell your soul to the devil, cheat people

Don’t do ‘rap coscient’, be vulgar and mean

We don’t become stars by preaching, we become successful by sinning

Too honest but your face doesn’t look smooth enough

Too good-looking but too much rage, not enough peace

You’re not the ideal son-in-law, son of crime

We knocked out our enemies, they woke up with piss all over

Leave your bros in the hoods, go embrace showbiz

Take this glass of champagne juice and alcohol

Confetti, private VIP lounges

Red carpet they told me to come socialize

You could screw a few young bitches like Alizee

Closer magazine, organized paparazzi photos

Swingers said to me, “Come, we’re going to have fun”

I said, “Fuck you and your bloody fagged out assholes”

Rap has become bastardized, the game gentilized

I feel out of place, like an Amazon at the Champs-Elysees

Knowledge is a blade, the idea is to sharpen it

Soon it will be world war 3, they’re not ready, they only want to fuck

As the years go by, my life gets better and better

Alcohol and weed, my guys’ health are deteriorating

I encourage them, like me, to try and work out

But to no avail, poverty has nothing to do with physical effort

All my buddies still have a part of me in them

I’ve got all the parts of the ghetto and I lick them on my fingers

For real, they say the ghetto youths are dead

I could die a thousand times, but not once like a coward

The cowards tire themselves playing hide and seek

The legal system doesn’t protect me, fuck your clashes

[Refrain]

15.12.77 the birth of a fucking killer

24/7 I never stop thinking of becoming a killer

If I die tonight

I’m still true to myself

[Verse 2]

Accomplished businessman, yes

Former street kid, seduced by vices and rap

No matter how much you suppress your inner demons, they’ll always come back to haunt you

I dance the Mia on heb pepper

I’m still in need, I come to terms with everything but I have no regrets

Too many evil eyes, wearing Afflefou glasses

They’ll never like me and I’ll never do anything for them

Make love not war, but I’m at war when I’m making love

I nail the flow of Migos as well as all those making use of it

When the game moves to the left, I dash to the right

I can only see my reflection in everything they show off

Don’t behave gangsta out there and fall victim to a stray bullet

I carry my balls around, that’s what all these clowns have their eyes on

They’re dicks and cunts

Let them jerk off, I’ll finger them

Let none of my fans idolize me

Just a verse and your album could flop

My virility has emasculated them

The industry serves the sole purpose of manipulating us

I jump the lights according to my conveyed values

You need to open your eyes in a way that gets them bothered

But I’ve got the freedom to nurse my wounds

Mechanically, all this is politics

Marginally, all this poetic

At the top, I hoist the flag of my ethics

France licks me with her tongue phonetic

My life, a violent Biopic

My career a mountain, I’ll make you sit on the peak

I’m not a good example, I let down the general public

If you want to please everyone, you’ll end up pleasing hypocrites

We don’t give a hoot about the press

The kids don’t understand a thing, satellite dishes connected to shit

De Vitry at the Grande Borne has only crews

Of pirates with scars all over, one-eyed men, tales of the vault

I don’t tolerate whims of rotten pampered kids

If I had enough I’d have fed all of Paris

They’re scared stiff, dude they’re pretending

They’re seeing red like the interior of my Ferrari

Nigga I pray so I can't be touched by your sorcery

Running faster than bullets, that’s Sarcellerie

Nourished and accommodated by my problems

I draw my strength from your hate

Sodomizing the rap game is my routine

I fill them with dread like Ukraine and goddamn Putin

There’s no relooking, to hell with the geeks

AK-47, deep in your nostrils with a low-kick

I’ll be a street fighter even when I’m eighty # Hadoken

Then I’d have to write a book so my hood can read

My future is being shaped up by the laser sword

I deal with the fine arts behind the wheels of a bulldozer

At my concerts, I’m more unifying than the Pope

I’m a general like Cancer

[Refrain]

15.12.77 the birth of a fucking killer

24/7 I never stop thinking of becoming a killer

If I die tonight

I’m still true to myself

[Outro]

I could die tonight but

I’m true to myself

The most difficult thing is not becoming who you are, kid

Through it all, the most difficult thing is being you

I’ve always refused to be what they want to reduce us to

You can take me or leave me to pop off, I really don’t give a fuck

You’re not done exploring every aspect of the mind of a bad boy

And how come my silence is so loud, like a YZ?

Bep-bep-bep

And that rouses their mothers

My voice lights up the darkest hoods of France

R.O.H.2.F (Housniii)

What do I care about being a celebrity?!

I cause light to diffuse into the shadows!

Hey, 9.4!

I’m the 9.4!