Jean Béliveau

Woah, we fighters, we change like the weather

My soul bleed, I thought we'd forever be together

They say we learn by making mistakes, so I made another

But I'm still a good boy, I swear I was raised by my mother

My dad made a good job too, I'm good at mathematics

I'm good with the logic, ya des bigs brains dans ma famille

One plus one means me and you, but only in my dreams though

I'm nothing like them other rappers, I don't deal with shitty flow

My sister joined a bungee project, thought she got a heart of gold

J'crois toujours en mon rêve j'viens du Québec