Binks Beatz

Don't think we're thugs
Don't think we're thugs
Against the system, we only think about fighting
If they don't like your mentality
You can get canned like Martin Luther
I put on gloves and a mask for a low-key plan
No, it's not for health reasons
I'm about to drop some obscenities on the mic
But the media will stir up
I'm hustling the competition, I've got a lot of nitro
They sold nothing but they talk a lot about liters
They pretend they're looking for me, if they want, they find me
I've never changed my position
I wanted to screw the system, I got the wrong hole
And it's on this sound that you light up your joint
You want to show off? Tell me where we're getting high?
You go from laughter to tears without transition
I terrorize the game, I'm about to blow everything up
A cop on a bike, three pedals on the mountain bike
On July 14th, they end up in temporary incapacity for work
We were making money while the breasts, they were suckling
The heart blackened, I write with the lights off
You have to come and light me up, big guy, if you want to put me out
You have two arms, two legs, so how can you complain?
Look around you, please

He loves the street too much, responds to his desires
Hanging out in a group gives him wings
He dreamed too much of the islands, so on the ceiling, he is cruel
Or his feelings are locked up
Cruel like euthanasia, where the madmen are not in an asylum
He can fall for aggravated theft
He loves the street too much, responds to his desires
Hanging out in a group gives him wings
He dreamed too much of the islands, so on the ceiling, he is cruel
Or his feelings are locked up
Cruel like euthanasia, where the madmen are not in an asylum
He can fall for aggravated theft

(No, no, no, no, no, no)
(No, no, no, no, no, no)
I hear this voice whispering in my ear
The million is far but I will have it
The million is far but I will have it
The million is far but I will have it
I hear this voice whispering in my ear
The million is far but I will have it
The million is far but I will have it
The million is far but I will have it

The hunger for money has been cultivated since childhood
At the end of the ceiling, I hear bon appetit
You have to lock up a firecracker, the nonsense is over
Many who talk, very few who materialize
Thank God if we miss you by a hair
With us, revenge is a form of justice
We respect no speed limit, so
Impossible for them to slow us down
In the street, they remain active
To make you drop money, they only speak in the imperative
They only talk to the customers, they don't chat too much with the thugs
If you play the tough guy, it pulls out a thing, who are you scaring?
Happiness, he's ready to rob it
As if it belongs, he clings to this life
He remains aware that to get out
He has to detach himself from these vices

He loves the street too much, responds to his desires
Hanging out in a group gives him wings
He dreamed too much of the islands, so on the ceiling, he is cruel
Or his feelings are locked up
Cruel like euthanasia, where the madmen are not in an asylum
He can fall for aggravated theft
He loves the street too much, responds to his desires
Hanging out in a group gives him wings
He dreamed too much of the islands, so on the ceiling, he is cruel
Or his feelings are locked up
Cruel like euthanasia, where the madmen are not in an asylum
He can fall for aggravated theft

This voice whispering in my ear
The million is far but I will have it
The million is far but I will have it (no, no, no, no, no, no)
The million is far but I will have it

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