LYRICS GAME

Boost the stats

Love the stadiums

It's what, it's what

It's Insolent 4

What, what's up

Who dissed me again, bro

No time to deal with it

I gotta sign papers, bro

Apartments to count, a label to build

You called, click, I hung up

You dialed the wrong number

My gold records, I don't count them anymore

There are more than 16

I'm the ugliest though

I'm the one who f*cks her

I saw you started rapping

What are you trying to do

The only thing I miss

Is when I try to lose

You say you're making dough

But you'd better shut up

In one date of my festivals

I earn ten of your showcases

By the way, my brother is humble

Of the two of us he's the less dumb

He doesn't like it much when I take

Pics in the jet

Do La Boule Noire, OK, then La Cigale, OK

Then the Olympia, OK, then the Zénith, OK

After Bercy, OK, then a stadium, OK

Then La Défense Arena

And then you can talk to me

Reload, shoot a bullet, you missed

Nobody tattoos your lyrics

They're onomatopoeias

Because I worked my a*s off

Don't look for sh*t, bunch of rookies

It'd be dumb to get your mom f*cked

By a nice rapper, no

Soon, it's time to say our goodbyes

While we're on break

Try to do better

By the way, for all the haters

I booked the stadiums for 2022

Soon, I'll break through in Brazil

I vacation in the same places

As Jay-Z

Salt and lemon, the verse turns acid

I created a cheat code for rap

It's too easy

If you want me to lose everything I've got

You gotta rob BNP

I have lots of profit

So lots of BNC

We blew up, it's okay, you'll have to get used to it

Don't rage, my taxes pay

Your little brother's cafeteria

Boost the stats

Love the stadiums

It's what, it's what

It's Insolent 4

We boost the stats

Love the stadiums

It's what, it's what

It's Insolent 4

Bigflo told me "Be insolent, let loose"

Make the beat suffer

The haters will shut their mouths

And the fans can finally open theirs

Paranoid, I feel like these idiots

Talk about me in every track

Rap is like a philosophy paper

Better to cite the names

In your place, I'd be angrier than that

Me, I filled my city's stadiums

You fill stadiums on FIFA

Our audience is kids

When I listen to all those c*nts

Bunch of streaming cheaters

Your audience is robots

I've got files on your crews

I could make a track

That'd end your careers and mine

But I've stars in my eyes

Make a wish if you stare at me

I'll never make the same mistakes

As those old try-hard artists

Put on tracksuits, act young

Out of fear of losing their crowd

Do features, chase hits

Scrape for clicks, switch teams

Hit on young girls

Don't look at me if I run into you at catering

You could take a slap or worse

A jab in one of my rhymes

You owe me respect

I started at the same age as Mozart

So stand up, shake my hand

And bring deviled eggs

I'm here to shatter hypocrisy

Spit my pain on the paper

They make posts full of morals

With coke on the keyboard

They act like stars, I swear

When the album drops

They do weeks under 2000

Like my mom's salary

They'll say it was better before

Like your dad when he talks about mom

Like when I was rapping in front of 8 Mile

Not knowing I'd end up diamond-certified

I'm gonna start spitting again

Too many guys at the mic

Forget how to do it

Young rapper

I give flow workshops

Leave your email in the comments

No, but what's the problem

That we sell more records

That we fill stadiums

But tell me, what's the problem

That we've got more cash, we've got more fans

24 years old, they compare me

To rappers over 30

They've made 10 albums

In 3 I toured France four times

Of course we've changed, success softens the voice

I used to rage

About the Victoires de la Musique

Then I won three of them

Oli Benjamin Button, my path's reversed

I'll end my career at the age they broke through

Oli

It's not me

It's Flo, he told me to be insolent

Sh*t I don't even like this, f*ck

Insolent