Hors saison (part. ISS)

You all know exactly who I am
His knife, he ain't going to the barber
That doesn't stop him from hitting on your sister
She knows all the ups and downs
He's been through a lot of ups and downs
He doesn't pass under the camera
You're dead if he went to get something to smoke you out, I've inhaled too much
I heard about his death, I hold on but I tell myself it'll be okay
Back home I made a trip without an R, but I tell myself it'll be okay
Anyway, it was that or prison

The streets have a grip on him, I put a hundred down when I take the poison
Bam, if you're in crisis, the fake ones are everywhere
Weed, dope, fish scales
I'm in a problem, I haven't solved the equation

Do you own up to our daily lives?
'Cause it's hard to leave when you care
It's Manny, no question when the bottom holds
You did the math, you're dead, yeah
It's raining on the field, I put in the square
A few scribbles in the notebook
They asked me what's that, I said the notebook
I'm 5'9 or 9, a bit of a hustler
Tédic at his tower, he blooms
He tastes the bad ones at our place

Anyway, it was that or prison
You'd think it's a disease
It's not just my mom who knows how to handle the kitchen
I can serve you Tuesday to Tuesday
First thing in the morning, in front of my spot, I see an IQ
At the bar, zero pressure
I have twice as many friends since I started making music
I don't want to see anyone, so I'm going off-season
When I'm bored to death, I put on BFM
I'm convinced Dana White is wary of the PFL
I fought earlier, I said "thank you," it was against myself

I lift my head, I see time flying by
Like Naomi Campbell, no unnecessary measures
I avoid wasting ink
Before squatting in the hall, I squatted nine months in her belly
I fell asleep, my head full of doubts
You disrespect us, if you rate me, she overhears

I do just fine what the neighbor thinks
Like the Internet, I scare them while I fascinate them
Making love is easy
What's harder is the jail time and its consequences
I provide the weapon of the crime and present my condolences

These might be my last words
I don't know who to dedicate them to
A few heart problems, I don't know how to fix them
And the more I think, the less I rap
The more I bring in, the less I hang around
The more I know you, the less I grind
The more I know her, the less I love

You did the math, you're dead, yeah
It's raining on the field, I got the case, yeah
A few scribbles in the notebook
They asked me what's that, I said the notebook
I'm 5'9 or 9, a bit of a hustler
Tédic at his tower, he blooms
They inflate, we're the bad ones
The bullet, we got dirty

Anyway, it was that or prison
You'd think it's a disease
It's not just my mom who knows how to handle the cooking
It can serve you Tuesday to Tuesday
First thing in the morning, in front of my spot, I see a cooking nose
At the bar, zero pressure
I have twice as many friends since I started making music
I don't want to see anyone, so I'm going off-season

Anyway, it was that or prison
You'd think it's a disease
It's not just my mom who knows how to handle the cooking
It can serve you Tuesday to Tuesday
First thing in the morning, in front of my spot, I see a cooking nose
At the bar, zero pressure
I have twice as many friends since I started making music
I don't want to see anyone, so I'm going off-season
I'm going off-season.