La Vérité [English translation]

[Intro : Lomepal]

All right

[Pre-chorus: Lomepal]

How beautiful it is to see a frustrated artist become evil

When he's just bad

Just because he's trying hard doesn't mean it's good

Flattering him to be nice doesn't lead to anything

Now tell the truth, the truth

Tell the truth, the truth

Especially if he's your buddy, the truth

Hurt him, it's important, the truth

[Chorus: Lomepal]

Tell the truth, tell the truth

Just the truth (the truth)

Tell the truth

[Verse 1: Lomepal]

You hadn't even started your album, you were already saying that no one was ready

You had 15 friends, you made 15 sales, it looks like nobody was ready

It's not enough to want the legend to penetrate it

You have nothing original, nothing unexpected, as soon as you talk, I have a déjà vu (it's true)

You can never force people to want to listen to your noise

I'm nice behind my screen, but in the real world, I destroy you

If I tell you this, it's for your own good, you flex like a Gucci handbag

But you can't hear the good grades or the advice, alone in your world like a Tamagotchi

Normally, it says, "Don't listen to others, live your dreams," but you're the exception that confirms the rule

Your album is an MRI session, to sell it, you invent a life of thugs

No, but you saw yourself as if you ever were G, go to your mother home, bye bye, arrivederci (adios)

[Chorus: Lomepal]

Tell the truth (the truth)

Tell the truth (the truth)

Just the truth (the truth)

Tell the truth (the truth)

[Bridge]

Okay, that's good, I think he understood that now

No, let me have it

[Verse 2: OrelSan]

Why do you hurt yourself, are you a complete dumbass or don't you have an ego? (hmm)

I'm uncomfortable like when someone tells me a joke and I know it's not going to be funny (hmm)

Pretend to be close to your fans, you're close to your victims like a crook (hmm)

You charge them fifty bucks and you still can't get a microphone (hmm)

Too much hype for your real level (oh), your Yes Man friends are liars (oh)

You're in philosophy, you do Migos (oh), the album is a chemo session' (oh)

I'm tired of listening to you talk nonsense to make it rhyme, I'm

Tired, everyone uses the same expressions, it's the smurf party

I'm tired, you shouldn't have sold your soul to the devil, stop complaining about your label, I'm tired

Of your love songs where you compare your chick to your mother, tired

Of your lousy DV clips (eh), your failed hit attempts (eh)

No charisma, you should have masked yourself (eh), you can't even plagiarize, damn it

[Pre-chorus: Lomepal]

How beautiful it is to see a frustrated artist become evil

When he's just bad

Just because he's trying hard doesn't mean it's good

Flattering him to be nice doesn't lead to anything

Now tell the truth, the truth

Tell the truth, the truth

Especially if he's your buddy, the truth

Hurt him, it's important, the truth

[Refrain: Lomepal]

Tell the truth (the truth)

Tell the truth (the truth)

Just the truth (the truth)

Tell the truth