Team BS [English translation]

It's true I've too much opponents

Since I left the terra firma

They'll do all they can to shush me

But behind me I have my true true brothers

What's the use of "test"

It's like observing Ramadan without prayers

Let them speak, me, my father is proud of me

I'm not ready to anything to please them

It's true I've too much opponents

Nearby some push backed enemies

They'll do all the can to shush you

When all isn't well, we know the ones we can count on

It's true I've too much opponents

Nearby some push backed enemies

Brother they don't affect us

We are too far for it

Nearby

Some pushed back enemies

we know the ones we can count on yeah yeah

we know the ones we can count on yeah yeah

I bet all on music, maybe I was mistaken

As long as it's not by chalk, it's I'm good surround

All our goods are sealed, our models are seniors:

I gave my notebook to anyone, nowadays I'm in TV

I rapped like nobody, just to honour my brother

Representing 9-2, Bagneux, Nanterre *

I regret school a little, I dodged some narcs' ²

What I got in 35 hours, nowadays I get it in 30 minutes

So they're jealous of us, yeah, my passion I'm living of

You know I'm too hot, guaranteed is the blaze

I foung pleasure to put to music my life

My truth is bloody because my lyrics are too raw/crude (3)

It's true I've too much opponents

Since I left the terra firma

They'll do all they can to shush me

But behind me I have my true true brothers

What's the use of "test"

It's like observing Ramadan without prayers

Let them speak, me, my father is proud of me

I'm not ready to anything to please them

Yeah, Louboutin, if I play football, football, I'll burst all balls

It's normal you don't meet me in airport, I'm in living room

I don't waste my time anymore

To go with coal, to supply the hell's flames

Always close by my friends like a public phone and a halal butcher's shop

Black, you traveled around the world on a bike without saddle

Tell to all these bad and enraged people hating us

We're in the lead, yeah, #TeamBs

The subarbanite's life is too sad, so we're sing it

I'm walking round and round like track or sample

Since "La force du nombre" I'm always official

Me, I've a sense of family, it's my wop's style

It needs to a defeat to savour a victory

Between the lines of my wounds, I stitched my story

We're lining our own pockets but it doesn't hide our tears

We burn bus and cars because our brains are on fire

It's true I've too much opponents

Since I left the terra firma

They'll do all they can to shush me

But behind me I have my true true brothers

What's the use of "test"

It's like observing Ramadan without prayers

Let them speak, me, my father is proud of me

I'm not ready to anything to please them