Ma Direction

[Intro: Maitre Gims]
We don't claim to be role models for the kids
Or for anyone else!
We just want to say that... the bridge to success
Is a fragile bridge

[Verse 1: Maître Gims]
I asked for forgiveness without being granted it
I asked for my path without being shown it
I traded my studies for a platinum record
Knowing that sooner or later your audience tramples you
I saw things on a large scale, I have time, I have talent
I stay on my guard, I'm only human
It captures my image in 7D Canon
I do all this for myself, those who doubt and my mom
I lost my mind! (I lost my mind)
I left school! (I left school)
If only you knew (If only you knew)
All the pain I keep (All the pain I keep)

[Chorus: Maître Gims]
It's my direction!
I lost my mind, without giving up or backing down
No news, low battery, curse
From now on, I'm moving forward, it's my direction
My direction

[Verse 2: Lefa]
I fled the ringing, the noise of chairs
I was looking for a different kind of wealth
From Anne Frank's diary to Bridget's
I never liked reading since I was
12 years old, despite the erasures I scratch the paper
It's my direction, I didn't scatter
Dumped more than once, back to the re-mu
Too proud to ask for help from social welfare
The guys as family, the stage as a goal
Hindered by the sons of shhhut...
I remember that originally we didn't even want to touch money
It was dirty rap when we all crowded at Blanc's
You know BatiPro, Crit, Selpro
I was writing in the trom before going to break my back
Today all this wouldn't make sense
Without all these sacrifices, without all this patience

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

[Verse 3: Maska]
I remember the clashes, rap contests, the hassle
In the street, rap is mass, without forgetting to go nahess
For a 16 my guys attack you, only the kicking calms us down
Our voices, our hands rise when the dirty cops put us down
The dream is at our feet so we sleep head to toe
We swim in wealth but our lips remain dry
I want to live from my passion because all jobs displease me
We were only looking for recognition, we didn't want to talk about money
Now we kick out the hassle even if our pasts host it
They want to buy cars, attack the States market
If we've struggled so much, it's to be stocked at the finish line
To steak the stre-mon who wanted to capsize us
But this job I left to move mountains better
Result, my faith decreases, my faults are countless
Don't look too much for the light, the sun burns your skin
Yeah, success smokes you, you barely puff it

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

[Verse 4: Barack Adama]
Fuck the job... a vocational baccalaureate doesn't pay
With the guys, for rap we stay up late
Despite the overdrafts, the dirty bosses
I dropped everything to conquer the halls, let's go!
A suicidal project, it either works or we break
And you follow us if you love akhi
Determined, we go to the front without armor
And the most down-to-earth say we're heading for a wall (Aah!)
The dads don't know what I'm doing, they say I sleep
They think their son only lives outside
Without knowing that this little jerk is preparing gold records
And all those who neglect him are more than wrong
I know where I'm going, without knowing if I'll be welcome
I'm not invited and I'm accompanied by UFOs
I'm heading towards glory and problems-pro
Music is a woman with problems but damn I love her too much

[Chorus: Maître Gims]

[Outro: Maitre Gims]
You're screwed if you fail, in your situation
Screwed if you fail, in your situation

Take the right direction with the Rapgenius France crew!