Bon [Prologue] [English translation]

(Single verse)

Good, you know me quite well, I’m not this young streaming rapper

I’ve been tried and tested over the years, and I’ve seen cash so congrats to you

Good, I’m from Guinea, the family, Conakry the B gang, the family

I’m not here to flatter friends, no Lamborghini, vroom, vroom to Miami

Good, ah, they’ve forgotten, I've got to come back and clear things up

You don’t stop bullets with a shield, MC, don't make a fool of yourself

Good, we don’t give a toss if you’re not happy, all you have to do is put up with these incompetent people

Who talk millions but don’t even know how to count and can't even fill up concert halls, good

Good, my woman told me to calm down, to do Zumba or coupé-décalé

Don’t worry, dear, it’ll be alright, I’m going to give my all like a Senegalese

Life's hard, many years of struggle, as if I didn’t do what I was supposed to do

Good, that’s how we live and we don’t give a rat's ass about their ideals

I’ve known the life of poverty, I’m a yellow vest with mauve banknotes

Good, people talk, we don’t care, we do our thing while they daydream

My flow jumps them like cockroaches, I step out of the black 4x4

Good, without headlights, my life is a hell of a menu without options

I’m a hothead with cold blood, I’m a party animal in a world without whiskers

It doesn’t smell nice, who wants to give it a try, I’m the Frenchman, I’m the foreigner

I’m the plan A, I’m the plan B, I’ll only come by if the money's good

Good, ah, they’ve forgotten, they're two or three hypocrites, I’m the croupier

They want to destroy me, I stayed loyal, remember that

Good, bear that in mind, because when they see money, they all get excited

Good, I know who’s who, I can tell you without a doubt, I also know those who’ll be at my funeral

If I always win, it’s because I’m a sore loser, oh no, I don’t like that, like the Pervenches, good

I’m in the car, she's on the hood, in the boot, there's a gift

It's a parcel bomb in case you want the hoard, I have enemies left and right, oh boy, good

There are some acquaintances with whom I’ve cut ties, it broke my heart, I’m not going to mention names

It’s true that with them, I was too stupid, too stupid because I was too good

[Bridge]

There are some acquaintances with whom I’ve cut ties, it broke my heart, I’m not going to mention names

It’s true that with them, I was too stupid, too stupid because I was too good

[Outro]

Good, yeah

Good

The story of the legend Black continues

Once upon a time

• Artist:Black M