The more time passes, the more I tell myself I need to make cash
I need to leave relationships that don't bring me anything
Growing up, I saw the hypocrisy and understood that I had to be myself
You have to get used to it, that's how it is in the industry
Highway without a license, I'm going hunting
Before that, I was selling death in bags
Dirty story, we know it, we couldn't escape
Before that, I was selling death in bags
24/7, I just keep recounting all day
Am stram kilogram
I do round trips every evening
My head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto
Bro, my head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto
I knew the hustle and the cops every day
I closed the oven, we hung out at night
We animate the zone at midnight, I do rounds
Before looking for money, I looked for trouble
In the bandit life
Many things I had to anticipate
I'm there all the time, I know the life of the city
The snitches, the junkies, all that you have to avoid
I dreamed that I was getting out of the mess, for now it stinks too much
I take care of my health, I spend the night in the neighborhood watching the moon
I spend my time counting, I'm aware that it's not what will make my fortune
I need to stay focused, I need to take care of my girl
You don't know what I did for an extra salary
I keep getting flashed in a foreign car
In the left lane, I just speed
I'm going to blow a month's salary on shopping this weekend
No matter what, I have money saved
All in my head
Every day I think about how to increase the profit
The girl wants glitz and glitter
She always wants to drive the latest RS
She wants an AP on her wrist
She wants the R on the headrest
With her, I wanted a one-night stand but my heart, you took it for yourself
I put on gloves to get on a job
Airplane mode, I'm not coming home tonight
With her, I wanted a one-night stand but my heart, you took it for yourself
I put on gloves to get on a job
Airplane mode, I'm not coming home tonight
24/7, I just keep recounting all day
Am stram kilogram
I do round trips every evening
My head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto
Bro, my head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto
24/7, I just keep recounting all day
Am stram kilogram
I do round trips every evening
My head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto
Bro, my head is in the clouds but my feet are in the ghetto

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