Remise en forme [English translation]

[Intro]

Aye, aye

Next album is on my phone

Yeah, with this I’m getting the hell back in shape (it’s a surprise)

Yeah

[Refrain]

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone

[Verse 1]

Bullseye, I prefer to hit bullseye

When you miss, they rejoice among themselves

Everyone sees daylight through their window, me, I see the dark of night

I try not to be like the others, even if they say, “Who does he think he is”

This bloody game: a bunch of egoistic artistes hungry for fame

I arrive in the shadows like the people of dark realm

You can insult me if you ever see me act the celebrity

I’d rather the franchise of a brother than pay to do explicit stuff

Damn Devil said to me, “Go on, go all out, it all belongs to me”

I might as well bend over so he could shove his fingers in my ass, fuck

There’s room for everyone, nigga, why do want to block my shine?

Yo, you’re weird, you sure you’re not a snitch?

You release a new project and you want me to hold your hand like you’re my girl

I’m not your manager, little bitch, haven’t you listened to 3 Du Mat?

One good turn deserves another, that’s just the way it is, stop pretending to be a brother when you’re not

I never got the memo, I still ride at 200 at the bend of the road

Boy, I've got my dark shades on to stay anonymous

I’m right in front of you and you don’t recognize me, go on and indulge yourself, make a parody of me

Been in a basement for ten months spitting in the mic

The objective, to fuck them all up, slow me down if you can, but if not, kill me

[Refrain]

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone

[Verse 2]

I scribbled all night, I’ve got fucking bags under my eyes

Rappers take my lyrics seriously like letters from FISC

I’ve cooked the poison, careful, we’re talking big fish

I’m not betting on a win on points, nah, I’m wagering more on a KO given his weight

I’m taking over, I don’t give a damn if I’ve got the ratings or not

I’ve got taxes to rake in before these bastards freeze the account

I've got no business being on Playboy mag, as long as they pay me

I don’t spread my legs as if I was wearing Playmobils or Air force

I can’t please them all at once, nah, that takes some confidence, and then hell breaks loose afterward

Some people turn amnesiac when it’s over, they talk about your downfall, and they can’t wait to see it

They’re in a hurry to see your ruin, when the going gets tough, I don’t retreat, nah, I go at it with everything I’ve got

Next album is on my phone, damn I’m getting back in shape

[Refrain]

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone

Getting back in shape, getting back in shape

I’m on the pitch, next album is on my phone