Twelve war measures, competition on the ground
N***a, I got a whole crew below my Nike Air pair
My Nike Air pair, I maltreat the Rap Game
If I get golden record, I buy the kebab shop from my hood
Comfortable, my man, I'm blowing up wack MC
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Hey yo, n***a, my name's Jules, I was born by Cesarean
Born by Cesarean, your tongues turn into Moltonel
I spend my holidays on the moon #Apollo13
Or I'm going on a cruise, I'm going on a cruise
Roland Garros or the casino, I hit the jackpot in three sets
Put some sound in the Benz (Benz) (Benz), put some sound in the Benz
All it takes is a headshot to put some lead in your head
Bang! Bang! Bang!

Life is far too good to agonize on it
I scratch my texts in the time room and I'm gonna land on Namek
Land on Namek, Land on Namek
I scratch my texts in the time room and I'm gonna land on Namek

I apply myself and I kick dry, my rhyme disperses
I fuck French Rap: thank you Jacquie and Michel
Thank you Jacquie and Michel, n***as irritate me
Don't think you're Moses, we said no mothers
Shit! I repeat for four-five brothers
Knowledge is a weapon, I got a high school diploma +3.5.7
I have influence as Piccolo, they're green as Nameks
M on forehead, I am heir to Sayen's throne
I reached out, I finished Theodore Bagwel
Since then I'm like Zidane: I dunno where to start
Before you talk about Rap Game, declare yourself to SACEM
I’m maybe on Detox, but you'll never know
Bang! Bang!
Life is far too good to agonize on it
I scratch my texts in the time room and I'm gonna land on Namek
Land on Namek, Land on Namek
I scratch my texts in the time room and I'm gonna land on Namek

Land on Namek, land on Namek
I scratch my texts in the time room and I’m gonna land on Namek
Land on Namek, Land on Namek
I scratch my texts in the time room and I’m gonna land on Namek