[Chorus: Orelsan]
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
[Verse 1: Orelsan]
I fuck your girl, then I make myself some pasta
To leave sooner, I don't even respect the cooking time
Under pressure, always on a mission
I've done nothing compared to my ambitions
I wanna do damage, make something viral
In short, I wanna do what the guys that invented AIDS did
I never wanna make the same mistakes again
Haunted by the past, in a rush to get Alzheimer's
Before, I was bad, whiskey in my cup
Half a bottle before going to work
All these bitches by my side
Sexual terrorists, they just wanna go out with a bang
Your life is shit, whose fault is it?
You're an extra in someone else's biopic
You don't own up to it, you criticize what you like
How many times are you gonna say I'm dead before my comeback?
You rap like some white Rastas
Why do you rap like a white Rasta?
You took the codes of a genre and you apply them stupidly
While we move forward
You can find me in the streets of Caen
With a mixture everyone's drunken out of
Between two worlds in suspense
It's criminal the way I killed time
Nekfeu, Orelsan, Neksan, Orelfeu
What more do you want? Stars in the eyes
Yes, I grew up in the west
I got the same boys as back then, it's us first and fuck the rest
Yes, I was doing it for fun in the beginning
I was pumping out CDs and videos
But as usual, there's always one guy hating
Some business stuff that kills the vibe
Yes, I saw the fame like a mirage
One more album and I'll get my face redone
Just so I can get the same feeling
As back then when I used to copy Dizzee's flows
[Chorus: Orelsan]
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
[Verse 2: Nekfeu]
She finishes the search, I had nothing on me but the cop watches anyway
She's cute but she's not getting Ken's dick
I put women at ease like a gay club
They wanna take the top off like a cupcake
No, but tell you what, tell you what
You want my trust? It takes time, it takes time
I built my empire with my ten fingers, my ten fingers
2017, I'm still waiting for my Dido, my Dido
There's like a gap between me and my era
Even at school, the teachers didn't understand
How I could fuck up my future, I had to find my lane
I couldn't choose between the three starter Pokémon
Some nights, I didn't know where to go
I'm not the type to beg
There are some who say, "Yes" but when they ask me
"Ken, are you in trouble?" I said, "No" like Wallen
In this century, without bank you got no chance
Might as well take a nap in the emergency lane
Life goes fast, 16-bit generation
Far from your dick-sucking uninspired MCs
You're under pressure when Orel invites you
Since 2011, we've been telling you you'd get your feature
So we're gonna fuck you good if you suck dick
And you'll go back to kicking on "type" beats
We may only have a few seconds left to live
You're asking 'bout me but it's just a ploy
Tell me, why do people nowadays contact each other
If it's just to make love through touch screens?
All ingrates, the state of the world is deteriorating
Five grams in the skull, it's the Holy Grail
Some crack while others maintain but it's a pain, they obtain
An ever-growing sorrow as the wounds worsen
Out there, it's burning, it's filthy, we think of everyone's well-being
I've opened my chakras, a piece of my peoples in every rap, chacal
L'Entourage, Casseurs Flowters
Neksan, Orelfeu, Orelfeu, Neksan
[Chorus: Nekfeu]
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
Leave me alone, I'm in my zone
[Verse 3: Dizzee Rascal]
I don’t speak French but whatever he's saying
I wear a Rascal flow, I ain't playing
I met him just the other day in LA
He told me that he had a riddim that he wanted to play
And I should listen, if it’s really sounding different, okay
Had a suspicion that he wouldn't just go out of his way
Must be official, I don’t really see an issue
What’s the worst that could happen?
Could be another crappy rapper talking about they're in the trap
And all that other skatty shit that they're yapping
And then they turned the riddim on, it was snapping
It wasn’t lacking, had me bopping and tapping
I had to jack it, I told them I would definitely back it
I've just got to figure how to attack it
Could be an asset
Can't be just out here making a racket
For the sake of a pay packet, let’s make it a classic
It’s a dirty little beat, it reminds me of The Streets, Mike Skinner and them
I got that old school feeling again
Two stepping in the ends, gun finger to the ceiling again
I give it a ten out of ten
Told the producer he should send me the stems
Somebody get me a pen
The beat's leng, I can’t even pretend
Give me the microphone and let me do what I do best
Give me the microphone and, "Check 1, 2, 3, test"
It's all bless, say it with your chest and all the rest
I don’t rest and I’m never gonna settle for less
The success, invest in a flat in the West
Have Jess with the 32F breasts telling me she's very impressed
I digress, took a holler, I messed
But in jest so it’s jiggy, I guess