As a kid, an altar boy, grown up, a trap artist
And a couple more things, that I did for money
I've never been faithful, not even to my barber
A superstar, but human first
I’ve got them running, and I’m not a coach
But that's good, I push them to be better
P f*ckin' R, we grew up in the heat
That’s the edge that makes me a winner
In France I'm a cursed composer