Sans permis - Kekra

Mon poto, c’est la hass en bas

Fonsdé, j’conduis sans permis

Direction le cash, tout droit

J’vois plus les sens interdits

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’t’ai dit

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’ai dit

Laisse-les essayer d’nous tester

Combien d’entre ces schlags vont y rester?

Du haut d’ma tour j’snippe comme Wesley

Les jaloux qui parlent mais s’perdent comme le respect

Qu’est-ce que l’on fout ici, ouais?

Posé, coincé dans l’hood ici, ouais

J’veux pas finir au trou ici, ouais

J’veux villa, gros gamos, piscine, bref

Tourner à Patong en pleine nuit

Ves-qui les mythos en quête de vie

On attend tous l’addition

Qu’est-ce que tu nous racontes toi et tes devis?

Dis surtout pas qu’c’est une chienne de vie

Si tu veux qu’elle s’transforme en belle vie

L'été postiché au tiekson, je me mets au vert comme Milli Vanilli

Mon poto, c’est la hass en bas

Fonsdé, j’conduis sans permis

Direction le cash, tout droit

J’vois plus les sens interdits

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’t’ai dit

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’ai dit

Ici je sors, les coups blessent pour beaucoup d’blé

Bitch, je vois qu’des futurs cadavres sous mes Boost, ouais

Cher-mar sur la tête de ces bâtards comme Bruce Lee

Bitch, je fuck les rappeurs karah sous mes Boost, ouais

Et tout ce qu’ils veulent entendre mon fréro, c’est «we miss you»

Les temps changent mais pas la hass, j’vois aucune issue

Les temps changent, le D remplace le M, «we diss you» (fuck you)

Confonds pas les lèches lles-coui et les pitbulls

Professionnel ou général, j’ai pris la street school

Ni d’la nouvelle ni d’l’ancienne mais de la street school

Chaleur du bitume, me rafraîchis comme Kiss Cool

Artena hnoucha, Mondeo, mon frérot vite, grouille

Mon poto, c’est la hass en bas

Fonsdé, j’conduis sans permis

Direction le cash, tout droit

J’vois plus les sens interdits

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’t’ai dit

Tu croyais quoi?

J’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps

J’ai plus l’temps, j’ai plus l’temps j’ai dit

Dude, it's the hass downstairs

Founded, I drive without a license

To the cash, straight ahead

I no longer see the prohibited directions

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I told you

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I said

Let them try to test us

How many of those schlags are going to stay there?

From the top of my tower I snipe like Wesley

Jealous people who talk but get lost like respect

What the hell are we doing here, yeah?

Laid, stuck in the hood here, yeah

I don't wanna end up in the hole here, yeah

I want villa, big gamos, swimming pool, in short

Filming in Patong in the middle of the night

Ves-qui les mythos in search of life

We're all waiting for the bill

What are you telling us about you and your quotes?

Above all, don't say that it's a female dog of life

If you want it to turn into a good life

Summer postiche at the tiekson, I go green like Milli Vanilli

Dude, it's the hass downstairs

Founded, I drive without a license

To the cash, straight ahead

I no longer see the prohibited directions

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I told you

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I said

Here I go out, the blows hurt for a lot of wheat

Bitch, I only see future corpses under my Boost, yeah

Cher-mar on the head of them bastards like Bruce Lee

Bitch, I fuck karah rappers under my Boost, yeah

And all they wanna hear bro is "we miss you"

Times change but not the hass, I see no way out

Times change, D replaces M, "we diss you" (fuck you)

Don't confuse neck lickers with pit bulls

Professional or general, I took the street school

Neither new nor old but street school

Asphalt heat, cool me down like Kiss Cool

Artena hnoucha, Mondeo, my brother quickly, swarm

Dude, it's the hass downstairs

Founded, I drive without a license

To the cash, straight ahead

I no longer see the prohibited directions

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I told you

What did you believe?

I have more time

I don't have time, I don't have time, I don't have time

I don't have time anymore, I don't have time anymore, I said