Plus l'time [English translation]

Nigga, make it snappy, I’m in a hurry, a little bit stressed

If I go around smacking people, there's going to be casualties

Anyways chill, I’m leaving already, I told you, I’m in a hurry

Besides, I don’t feel like making a mess of my hand in the WC

Looks like I've got imitators, that's the least of my troubles

And, even if I don’t intend to stay, my songs do

This is not a song

But, for the game, it's the beginning of a gruesome death

I’m giving the weather forecast, it’s going to be cloudy over the City of Lights, nigga, I’m in a bad mood

And some have already pissed their pants, that's what they say

The guys are having heartburns, but what's more acidic is that you're going to get smoked

Come take a course at the school of vital points

To get into the building, you need to know the code, fake ass motherfuckers

It’s nice alright to shoot music videos in yachts or choppers

That’s for your brand, but your songs are always in need of medical care, bunch of lamebrains

Give up, there're going to be fractures

Nigga, the bill's going to be over the roof

I had an appointment with you at the summit

But you didn’t show up, I waited years for you

Ooh, now, I don’t have time, no more time (no, no)

No more time, no time (I don’t have time)

No more time, no time (no, no)

No more time, no time, no time

Uh, just for the record, I’m not doing this for the fans or for the fun of it

I’m doing it just to see their CDs thrown out of the window

That’s how it works in the music industry, there are no emotions

If they ask you to sign the contract with your blood, say no

Shyne on the beat, Fall on the mic, it gives you that electric feeling

You know, the kind of feeling that grips you by the balls and the guts

I’m not going to linger around doing rap, I’m double-parked

I've seen how the film ends, relax, I'm not going to give spoilers

Come on, nigga, go get the car, we're beating it

Off we go, I’m beginning to get fed up, what's the delay?

Take the ring road, boule Marechaux, you got nothing to worry about, you’re in my region

Most importantly, forget the police, step on it, that's one dope motor

Open the windows, I need some air, I’m on edge

If I were vulgar, man, I’d be dissing people's mothers

I said: Open the windows, I need some air, I’m on edge

If I were vulgar, man, I’d be dissing people's mothers

Pack of idiots

Give up, there are going to be fractures

Nigga, the bill is going to be through the roof

I had an appointment with you at the summit

But you didn’t show up, I waited years for you

Ooh, now, I don’t have time, no more time (no, no)

No more time, no more time (I don’t have time)

No more time, no more time (no, no)

No more time, no more time, no more time

Give up, there are going to be fractures

Nigga, the bill is going to be over the roof

I had an appointment with you at the summit

But you didn’t show up, I waited years for you.

• Artist:Lefa
• Album:Monsieur Fall