Real friends
How many of us? How many of
Us? How many jealous? Real friends
We are not many: we smile among us
But how many are honest?
I changed my number, so they don't
Bother me, I changed my number
So they don't bother me
I can't spit on you
Especially for your vision in your head
I have no problems, I do my thing
I hope you're doing your thing too

I owe myself a debt
It has to explode yes
I smoke way too much, it slows down my mind
I have ebony skin
Not invited to the party but now I know
Very well that it's me who whips them
I have money: I buy a drip
I don't go on vacation
I can't run with fools
They will never be able to keep up with my pace
With all this in my pockets I'm like
A big pig on the scale
Add euros, the zeros you
Know that it suits us, oh
Oh no
In truth these were words in the wind
It's not the bros or the
Bros it's not the blood
I, planned that plan A you know
That I don't have a plan B no I
Don't need to be accompanied
When I'm going to eat
Eat, we want the papers like a foreigner
Do more than these bastards or do
Less, we slit their throats, eh, ah, eh
I get the benefit, cough syrup or
Hennessy, as long as
I have my potion I mix Prada
And Balenci, eh, yah
I have to be careful with those
Who want me to penetrate them
I have to be careful if it's
My friends or my real friends

Real friends
How many of us? How many of
Us? How many jealous? Real friends
We are not many: we smile among us
But how many are honest?
I changed my number, so they don't
Bother me, I changed my number
So they don't bother me
I can't spit on you
Especially for your vision in your head
I have no problems, I do my thing
I hope you're doing your thing too

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