Reste branché [English translation]

[Intro: Lefa]

Stay tuned

You don’t know me

Get out!

[Refrain: Lefa & Maître Gims]

There’s no need to pretend to know me

Let me hang out in my corner

Meugiwarano, my buddy, my colleague

Tell him politely, stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh

[Couplet 1: Maître Gims]

It’s me again, you look shocked, give me a high five, dear friend

Lamborghini, Pagani, ceramic brake calipers

Your verse is crappy, it’s in the night that I take root

I lift my head only to dunk just like Kev’ Serafin

I haven't forgotten, I know that I used to be broke

Call me back, I’m double parked with the Saudi prince

Touch me, I’m popular, I’m a star like Coluche

Kiss me on the spot, they won't see it, I’m black

I’m no longer there, I’m somewhere else, don’t look for me, it’s too dark

It’s too late, locate me courtesy of the ticking of the Audemars

Don’t bust my balls, I want to live and die in peace

That day, Oscar didn’t wake up on the right side of the bed

Yeah, we walk together

Don’t tell me you're burning with love for me, I’m a firefighter

[Couplet 2: JR O Chrome]

I’m going to unleash the artillery, pump, glaive and screwdriver

We're UFOs spitting heavy bars, straight outta Venus

For my niggas getting blasted, we're hors categorie

7-5, we’re warning you, we’ll drill holes all over you like an Uzi

We're serial aliens with more than fifteen years of practice

We're warriors in the background who know no civism

Sexion d’Assaut, nothing but gold records, quad Raptor, niggas

Killing the beat, Notorious Biggie

Fall, tell them that we're going to fuck them up, we're madmen, get up

Criminal style manning the Falcon, lets shock them

Boy, how’s it going W-A-T-I-B?

At the moment, you know, nothing but quality punchlines, yeah

[Refrain: Lefa & Black M]

There’s no need to pretend to know me

Let me hang out in my corner

Black M, my buddy, my colleague

Tell him politely, stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh … stay tuned

Oh oh

[Couplet 3: Black M]

Ok, ok, ok, Big Black, young thug

They wanted me to end up in the mini halls, as a dirty street kid

According to two or three haters, money has robbed me of my reason

I’ve not changed, ask Malik, you know who’s talking

You make noise, but you don’t rap, on top of that

You blast the song in the parking lot, it gets me vexed

I’m only feel the connection when the song's top, I swear

The classics like Psy 4 make me nostalgic

What can you teach the Big Black in rap?

They play my songs where the kids hang out, in the hood

He'll tell you: “If there are cops, throw yourself into the water”

Like little brother Bedjik said: Paris is like Bandalungwa

I still have more flow to peddle, high grade

On the field, I make the difference like Ibrahimovich at Paris Saint-Germain

Man, hand me the mic and I will gun them down

After that, I’ll take off with my little wife, far away

[Couplet 4: Barack Adama]

You think I'm ugly? You have bad taste

You're still a young girl

I've got no new haircut

And I’m married, but all the ladies want me

Damn, I’ve settled down

I’m preparing the Blackhouse so… stay tuned

That’s it, I’m an icon like Nikos Aliagas

On the real, the Migos imitators, they really get on my nerves

Nigga, I don’t want them to lick my ass, I want to be in my bubble

No, no, don’t think we’re drunk, we killed the game

We've got style and talent, dude

We rap hard, immature youngster, you pay in kind

I'll only be on time on the day of my death

No time for Shrove Tuesday, nigga, the world is hard

These blokes are looking forward to my failure, the disappearance of me and my kind

When we shoot, we don’t miss, me, I need just one shot

[Couplet 5: Lefa]

I’m not in the mood to play around, no

Don’t spill alcohol on my pants

Do you know Sexion d’Assaut?

I built the foundations

Some other place, tonight, we'll be on stage as a team

Yes, I think we’re going to win titles

Don’t ask me how, it’s surely genetic

I hope you're hungry, you’re going to get mouthfuls of rap

Calm yourself, this isn't a carnival

Please, don’t raise your voice when speaking to me

I’m on the last floor, where you at? I’m having difficulty seeing you

You said you measure up, but honestly, I find it difficult believing you

Don’t lie, I saw you move your body

And on the chorus, you shouted: “Stay tuned”

Me, I’ve kept the same colleagues since the beginning

Quit the act, no, nigga, you don’t know me