Songs like Feel Me

Give me my cash, kho Quick, give me my cash, kho Come on, give me my cash, kho There is life, its good side, I'm on the other shore boy Everyone listen to me, you can find me in the Fnac or on a wiretape Risky because I made it alone I don't care to get in the Bains-Douches, nigga I'm rich Odd since the beginning, bag full of familly issues It's like babies' EPO In this cartel we may die wanted, covered with bullets But we will stay true, so you can remember us My crew, I'm working hard for them I hesitate only if a piece of hash clogs the barrel I drank a Seine full of dead bodies Kid, you just bought new Air Max, don't tight your veins with its laces If you're black, either from a hood or a manor You won't go far, just sell crack or score 3 points, that's what they think I saw the past kidnap the future I saw the present sucking dicks, I saw all my niggas on a boat Oh yeah ? You talk like this ? So with a cut in the intestines, you will also leave like this faggot We made it alone, from the underground to the roof without a map It starts with a caress, ends up with a finger in the ass It comes from Boulogne, you can see the fervor in our eyes Fed with drugs, our whole being is illicit, some business I've got Adebisi's moral, you know what I mean I only have my guts, my hip hop and some principles You know, it has been 8 years now, liars are dying I'm filling lyrical hospitals What ? I feel sad when I look at this century Where hail of bullets are heating the climate You see, that's the song of the thugs, little man Today I'm here, Yersterday I died under 41 bullets Too dark, like a fake Pascal Mad Max generation, born in the magma Hash for breakfast, we die young A curse, some bad vibes in my sector I thought I could suceed I have been said that my submarine came from Russia, that here there were some street R'n'B I need something to eat, a pussy to lick, a body armour Too much faggots have no respect in this rap game Kho, check my number 9.2 I'm hurting them, nothing new except that We're still scoring, shoots on the top corner, I failed if I forgave you I'm writing during full moon nights My tribe goes to sleep when you go to work First, we're all in the field, get out of the stands Then, come on roll a weed gram You know my city, I saw your license plate in the Boulogne Wood Man, here you can't run away Both phone chips and bills are fake in our hood I'm burrying other MCs When the light goes off, I listen to the Wu-Tang They underestimated me, its time to go mean Music and crimes for some pennies I'm causing riots, my pen is soaked with blood, fag I'm killing you but I've some lipstick on the dick Being independent rules