2-2
Fa-fa

I just need, tickets in a palace
I turn to God even if the heart is black like a Kalashnikov
No feelings, it's really arid here
Even if the clients have Bogota in their nostrils (bitch)
Bad luck has the same smile as N'Golo
I've lost brothers and I'm not talking about unfollow
And I cut seven out of seven, and life sends me trap after trap, bitch
We don't stop at lights, we don't stop at radars
We avoid the curious and we hate the talkative
It smokes like a Remington, it shoots like Denzel Washington (fa-fa)
2-2, light up a joint of weed, I want to make more M, I want
I just want tons of euros, yes, we dodged the commissioner too early
Classic like the bullet holes on the crocodile tracksuit

We can't win, without losing
I met the future in my hallway, it told me "kid, it's dead"
Our hopes, we bury them
Near where they hide the dope, you can find our feelings

We can't win, without losing
I met the future in my hallway, it told me "kid, it's dead"
Our hopes, we bury them
Near where they hide the dope, you can find our feelings

I need more bills than in Monopoly
I mixed the punch with melancholy
We have to get out of here, we have to fill the package
I mixed the punch with melancholy

I'm in, the RS, bomb, its mother, I forget these bitch, I think about the salary
I fuck, the voice, I forget, the joy, thick smoke, filtered three times
And no matter what the bitch think, between them and us there is too much distance (bitch)
No matter what the whores think, as long as there are transfers and substance
I'm hooded, but I'm not going skiing, I need VVS not Swarovski
I'm so precise that I can't see the target anymore
I'm waiting for my transfers and I can't see the SPIP anymore
I want mega kichta, its mother, take the papers, pistachio, its mother
I know the taste of struggle, bitter, bomb to the right, Riyad Mahrez

We can't win, without losing
I met the future in my hallway, it told me "kid, it's dead"
Our hopes, we bury them
Near where they hide the dope, you can find our feelings

We can't win, without losing
I met the future in my hallway, it told me "kid, it's dead"
Our hopes, we bury them
Near where they hide the dope, you can find our feelings

I need more bills than in Monopoly
I mixed the punch with melancholy
We have to get out of here, we have to fill the package
I mixed the punch with melancholy

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