This french song been blowing up lowkey, he was saying some real ass shyt in his first verse
bytch I've been thinking about how to feel good
For a very, very long time, I don't have the momentum
Never listen to what they say
The ones that gossip have never seen life through your world
I may speak their language but you have to believe
That they only hear the language of violence
I sneak in quickly, hands off
You did not see me stutter when I had to pass "the slow"
Sankara, Cheikh Anta, nikka I choose my models
Reliable like a German еngine
Independant, without carats, without teeth, yеs and I give back more than the big ones of your big ones
I don't see them, they're not focused, I don't wait for the pass, they can't shoot center
I'm Bantu, don't talk to me about my colored skin
We didn't come here to show off
he getting added to rotation just off the mention of Sankara and Cheikh Anta
bytch I've been thinking about how to feel good
For a very, very long time, I don't have the momentum
Never listen to what they say
The ones that gossip have never seen life through your world
I may speak their language but you have to believe
That they only hear the language of violence
I sneak in quickly, hands off
You did not see me stutter when I had to pass "the slow"
Sankara, Cheikh Anta, nikka I choose my models
Reliable like a German еngine
Independant, without carats, without teeth, yеs and I give back more than the big ones of your big ones
I don't see them, they're not focused, I don't wait for the pass, they can't shoot center
I'm Bantu, don't talk to me about my colored skin
We didn't come here to show off
he getting added to rotation just off the mention of Sankara and Cheikh Anta