Your business is not as sustainable as my relationships
They don't have inspiration, they have imagination (brr)
They invent lives, I know they're not in action (brr, brr, brr)
I talk to her to sleep with her, she thinks I want to settle down
Bitch, there will be no introduction
I get high once I've folded everything
Better if I end up in oblivion
There was everything in the car, dude, weed
Two, three joints, roam with the joint, we are hooded
Without pity, we have milk
Normal, we shake your hand even if we've screwed you over (poh, poh, poh)
They know we only show up to kill them
But they're idiots, I know they don't want to admit it
Your plans fall through, I pass the buoy
I dodge the ball but well, I didn't enjoy it
They pull out the knife at will like the Chicanos (uh)
Since the rap, the whore finds me handsome
I make her climb but she won't get the car
Chicago side, look at the sign
The disrespect, it doesn't pay but we don't say no
I have big connections and good guys
You're going to freak out, go on the run
It's not me who's posted on the R but I stand out, send the ball
You love, with a whore who wants to fuck
She needs to get to work, which one is she doing?
I stink of power, I must have choked the quest
Tired of peace, we all made war (1PLIKÉ)
The time for diapers is over, I shoot on the OG Kush, I came to fight
The old man is right, I really don't care
We'll be cool when there's a million in the stash
Feet on the ground, don't lose your head over a pussy
But in a fight, they know we're crazy
We come to make a mark, I love the enemy when he suffers
At noon, I have the cough, I'm in the finishing (poh)
The informers, you know well where they end up (han)
For both definitions, I deliver, I don't take breaks
Whatever the cost, I know I fucked up the beat, I haven't even finished the song (eh)
Here, in the basement, you bring the dope
When you leave the car, close well behind
He's never far the one who wants to screw you
Be careful, big guy, you never know
Not relaxed enough when we're sober (poh)
Zero bad, don't care about clothes
It's when you think we've forgotten
That we catch you, beaten, when your head hit the ground (yes)
Side stitch, I see myself counting on the sand
But in the end I didn't count on that (brr)
The plan where you struggle, we find it rather simple
Don't bother us, we're not twelve anymore
We handle weapons, we don't fight anymore
I saw the enemy running the two hundred meters
The victim complains without knowing the luck she has
I hope one day she will be able to recover
As a young man, I didn't want the older ones to notice me (poh)
Later, it's them who ask me if there's something
She's the queen of the sluts, dude, nobody told you
I break her in the building when you're waiting for her at the hotel
For the fake blacks, I have zero empathy
For the fake blacks, I have zero empathy
Don't be surprised that no one wants to stay
Once the bullet is gone

The night will be long, I killed the joint, in my 'bre, I see a shadow
I don't care about making a name, I just want to make numbers, I just want to make numbers
Dude, we don't care about your generation, we come to hit people, hit people
9.2.1.4.0 on the bag, if you want to pass, it's the iron that says no
The night will be long, I killed the joint, in my 'bre, I see a shadow
I don't care about making a name, I just want to make numbers, I just want to make numbers
Dude, we don't care about your generation, we come to hit people, hit people
9.2.1.4.0 on the bag, if you want to pass, it's the iron that says no

It's not just you, the cops also have me on wiretap
I smile when the manager gets lost in the accounts
I think I see the cops in the distance
You nnais-co, don't tell them what I gave you
She's young but she's already a big slut
I wonder what it will be like in five years
I'll never go back to school, always precise, we stick the bullets
I go down, I detail, I take off again, I'm relaxed, soon I'll play golf
On your R there's no one to play goalie
I've only seen guys who played golf
It's for her ass that I calmed her down, bitch, if you're hurt, just let go
I love when the little ones want to tear everything apart
Madam judge, he only does the cheub

The night will be long, I killed the joint, in my 'bre, I see a shadow
I don't care about making a name, I just want to make numbers, I just want to make numbers
Dude, we don't care about your generation, we come to hit people, hit people
9.2.1.4.0 on the bag, if you don't want to pass, it's the iron that says no
The night will be long, I killed the joint, in my 'bre, I see a shadow
I don't care about making a name, I just want to make numbers, I just want to make numbers
Dude, we don't care about your generation, we come to hit people, hit people
9.2.1.4.0 on the bag, if you want to pass, it's the iron that says no

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