Yeah
I'm so far away, the future is behind me (behind me, behind me)

I have all the contacts, let's go take their money
The barrel is cold, it wants to whisper in your ear
I hope I'll be ready, the day shit hits the fan
I've lost friends, real ones, many angels have left me
With the horde, gun in hand, in front of the party
I'm going to fall asleep in the morgue, wake up with a bullet in my head
I've been stung like a calf, how much is my future worth? I don't know
Let us see our sons, tell us they are fathers

The hagra, it doesn't pay, apparently yes
I feel like it's not going well, I cut the barrel with a saw
You honor the wrong flag, your standard has lied to you
Pablo Escobar under the skin, you come out to make a deal

Saint-Martin, Dutch side, floating packages, cocaine
A cheat code for crypto, give me two Mona Lisas
You'll have to smoke them before or it's going to turn into a drama
Diallo took two hundred euros from me for a bulletproof charm
I'm so far away, the future is behind me
I see everything in purple or in PayPal
Half-black, half-Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution
Only dead ends in the summary, like in every execution

We're reloading the overloaded gun, it sends the joint to my buddies
Only cash in the network, give me two Mona Lisas
You'll have to smoke them before or it's going to turn into a drama
Zizou told me "Take them down, it's going to bring us bullets"
What we started we will finish, you can ask Ibou
We light up your end-mara, as long as the sky is with us
Talking doesn't interest me, I prefer to put them all on their knees
Chat with my twelve shots, maybe you'll interest it

The hagra doesn't pay, yet, I've grown
The Honda, JSX, number ten, Maradona
We smoked hope, you have to touch wood
Fuck your abuse of power, in my place it's the bullets that make the law

Saint-Martin, Dutch side, floating packages, cocaine
A cheat code for crypto, give me two Mona Lisas
You'll have to smoke them before or it's going to turn into a drama
Diallo took two hundred euros from me for a bulletproof charm
I'm so far away, the future is behind me
I see everything in purple or in PayPal
Half-black, half-Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution
Only dead ends in the summary, like in every execution

Floating packages, cocaine

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