Rilès - Sablier lyrics

Where should I start? Or where should I go? To every motherf**er 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, f** 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 sh**, 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 f** 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 (Didn’t even have enough so negotiating on the low, he told me) Give me my money, money back I’m on a rush man My bullets going straight they never swoosh man I was in Paris for that money ‘bout a preamp Also for a freestyle, but that’s behind me Now that I had all in my hands It was ‘bout engineering Alone with the internet Had no teacher for that sh** And then I schooled the game up Shut the f** up What’s a fancy studio When you can’t rap Had no song in advance Nothing was planned I just spent this whole year Double turned in my bedroom, sh** Now it’s ‘bout million dollar deals Still at Mama’s crib In less than a year Learned the same as if it equaled 10 With knives under my throat I discovered more than I wished for You can’t match the grind But you can kiss my... Ok, ok, it’s cool you spoke about your grind and your struggle It’s crazy you made it that far, but you forgot ‘bout a puzzle In every song you’re teasing, talking sh** we couldn't understand Was It really deeper than that or bullsh** you told & pretend, huh? You should've talked about it! Yes, I’m late And it’s because of this ending I rewrote it 30 times to finally burn them sheets Everything was ready, except for my spirit And as it’s stronger than myself I ain’t got the guts for it Last Sunday, it was done But I messed my week I was thinking way too much for 5 days I lost sleep Should I say everything or should I keep hiding? For my own sanity I surrendered to silence In some way, I spoke to somebody and learned something In some way, my addiction about time's for a reason In some way, I was supposed to leave but didn’t finish In some way I was afraid y’all think it’s just madness In some way, it started when I saw my own being In some way, I’m hiding elements since 2014 In some way, I’m still preparing for the Grand Final Now let me give y’all half a clue about the whole puzzle..