They’re gonna know, yeah
Just wait, wait
They’re gonna know, here we go
They stand over you, trying to intimidate You gotta show em up babe, it's the only way
Show em up, show em up, show em up, uh Show em up, show em up, uh show up
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Wait
Small but mighty, body-ody please tread lightly
Throwing shadows my way but that’s okay cause you behind me
All these lights up in my face hard to see, so blinding
That’s my name on the marquee yeah, I been grinding
Sometimes you gotta will yourself to the top
When you’re at the bottom it’s okay to feel yourself
If you got what the people want and it become the norm to conform
Free yourself, be yourself, see yourself, achieving wealth
Show em up, achieving wealth
Show em up, achieving wealth
Show em up,uh
Show em up, show em up, uh show up
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, rock with it

You’ll never see victory if you ain't about the climb
The journey is what makes us who we are, so take your time
Do it right, pace yourself, yeah, keep on trying
And one day soon it gon' be you they all looking to
Asking for autographs, snapping your photograph
Writing about you in the paper front page paragraph
But first, you have to believe in who you are
Know that you already got what you need to go far
It’s the only way
Show em up, show em up, show em up, uh
Show em up, show em up, show em up, uh
Show em up, uh
Show em up, show em up, uh show up
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, what you got?
Rise up, shoot your shot, Rock with it, rock with it
Rock with it, rock with it
Hey, position at the top
Rock with it, rock with it
Hey, rise up
It’s never too late

J’ai tellement changé j’me reconnais plus quand je parle
J’me suis enfin vengé y’a des sous en jeu quand je crache ma rage
J’ai trop vu l’usine faut qu’je casse la cage y’a mon blaze écrit sur le bas d’la page
Je prie quand j’suis pas foncedé je sais qu’c’est chacun son tour qu’les rumeurs sont pas fondées
Je sais que le travail paye tant qu’les prods sont pas samplées je vois c’qui passe un peu
Faire un salaire c’est pas simple faut tout donner pour son clan
Pour la teill’ j’te passes un bleu je porte mes couilles et mes carats
Je vois qu’elle me trouve vulgaire mais quand j’étais jeune t’étais pas là
Le bon Dieu me guide c’est vrai mais jamais je baisse la garde
L’enfer c’est les autres j’dors que d’un oeil comme un harag
J’suis froid comme le permafrost le soir j’me tue au Frozen
Jamais j’sors de la grotte j’envoie les tracks par douzaines

J’suis de 99 j’ai 99 problèmes j’connais la haine pas l’amour trop souvent ça mène à la mort
Tu connais le proverbe il n’y a qu’un pas pour finir comme à Guantanamo seul le ciel peut le savoir

Baby allo Hermès Yves saint Laurent
Baby allo Manucure chicha ballon
Baby allo playa restau tel-ho
Baby allo bad bitch fume le yellow

Des années durant j’ai abusé du vice j’avais trop mal à l’intérieur
J’aimerai grimper les parois sont lisses j’me sens même plus comme un terrien
J’ai fait tapis dans la musique j’suis un génie ou le plus grand des caves
J’pense à mon frère qui pointe à la SPIP on a jamais su rentrer dans les cases
J’coupais des plaques dans la 206 j’ai maudis le monde entier j’exprime pas mon ressenti
J’suis devenu froid j’suis devenu distant-sur moi personne dégun a de l’emprise
J’suis l’petit à personne quand j’suis triste j’allume un joint quand j’suis content j’allume un joint OK J’crois qu’y’a un truc qu’est cassé Vais-je un jour trouver ma place ?
Si le bon Dieu me permet d’enfin briser la glace
Rien ne me retient à part ma mère même faire de la musique toute la journée
Je souhaite à tout prix éviter l’enfer mais des fois j’suis bon des fois j’suis mauvais

J’suis de 99 j’ai 99 problèmes j’connais la haine pas l’amour trop souvent ça mène à la mort
Tu connais le proverbe il n’y a qu’un pas pour finir comme à Guantanamo seul le ciel peut le savoir

Baby allo Hermès Yves saint Laurent
Baby allo Manucure chicha ballon
Baby allo playa restau tel-ho
Baby allo bad bitch fume le yellow

Eng:
I’ve changed so much, I don’t recognize myself when I talk
I finally got my revenge, there’s money at stake when I spit my rage
I’ve seen too much of the factory, gotta break the cage, my name’s written at the bottom of the page
I pray when I’m not high, I know everyone gets their turn, rumors don’t hold weight
I know hard work pays off as long as the beats aren’t sampled, I see what’s going around
Making a living ain’t easy, you gotta give it all for your crew
For the bottle I’ll hand you a bruise, I carry my balls and my carats
She thinks I’m vulgar, but when I was young, you weren’t there
God guides me, that’s true — but I never lower my guard
Hell is other people, I sleep with one eye open like a harag*
I’m cold like permafrost, at night I kill myself with Frozen
Never leave the cave, I send tracks by the dozen

I’m from ’99, got 99 problems
I’ve known hate, not love — too often it leads to death
You know the saying — there’s only one step before ending up like in Guantanamo
Only heaven can know

Baby hello Hermès, Yves Saint Laurent
Baby hello manicure, hookah, balloon
Baby hello beach, restaurant, hotel
Baby hello bad bitch smoking yellow

For years I drowned in vice, too much pain inside
I’d like to climb up but the walls are slick, I don’t even feel human anymore
I went all in on music — I’m a genius or the biggest fool
I think of my brother going to probation, we never fit in any box
I was cutting slabs in the 206, cursed the whole world, never shared how I felt
I got cold, I got distant — no one’s got control over me
I belong to no one; when I’m sad, I light a joint, when I’m happy, I light a joint — OK
I think something’s broken — will I ever find my place?
If God lets me finally break the ice
Nothing holds me back except my mother, even making music all day long
I try my best to stay out of hell — but sometimes I’m good, sometimes I’m not

I’m from ’99, got 99 problems
I’ve known hate, not love — too often it leads to death
You know the saying — there’s only one step before ending up like in Guantanamo
Only heaven can know

Baby hello Hermès, Yves Saint Laurent
Baby hello manicure, hookah, balloon
Baby hello beach, restaurant, hotel
Baby hello bad bitch smoking yellow

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