⏳ Rilès

[Verse 1]
Where should I start? Or where should I go?
To every motherfucker who only saw my past job
Was a monitor for less than a year, 4 days a month
My real job was selling paintings, to build where I record
I ain’t a novice, you might see me as new in you lane
Just 'cuz I had no exposure don't mean I can’t son the game
Shoutout to SEB who started the fire cuz it’s really real
The papers gon’ ignore your existence, less you got a deal
Yeah, yeah I already said it, fuck they didn’t believe my vision
Let me tell you more ‘bout my trip, tho you won’t get every pieces
So.. why you rapping in English? I started when I was 14
I had to hide from my parents that I sang and began writing
Cuz it is all about the studies, music is buffooneries
They did many sacrifices from Algeria to Paris
I did try to write in French, my BIC was freezing
Wanted to.. Rap out loud… But didn’t want to share it
So I wrote it in a language they didn’t know
My thoughts, my emotions, joys and troubles undercov’
My early bars were shit, but for my friends I was like Hov’
So I gradually took it seriously, and had bigger goals yet..
..Needed to improve myself, my weakness had to be strength
Made a choice they didn’t fuck with, went to college for my verses
Studied the English language and literature for 3 years
From Shakespeare to Hemingway, but it wasn’t for the B.A
Aside of that I had no dineros
Only my devotion and faith for what I had to show
I spent my whole scholarship on stuff for the studio
Always buying second-hand, the grid of my mic is still broke
But I learned to take the less and made better than the most
4 a.m. for a preamp, in his Saxo baba drove
Me To Paris, it was worth it, as I bought it for 4
Hundred dollars less than what the original really cost