I'm under whiskey, you're under zipette
Not the same life, not the same problems
Yeah, I'm not like them, ready to take life
I'm crazy in my head, I need to smoke a joint
Who's there, yes it's me, I fuck you
High, smiling
I wonder why every time it messes up
As if bad luck runs in my veins
Crazy, crazy, I smoke a joint, the weed is in the car
Alone, alone, I talk to Toka, bang bang
I want the world, you want the crazy life, my anger rolled in a loser
I get shot by your gang, gang gang
I'm crazy, crazy, I don't care about the game, big

Fucking hope, fucking man, fucking dream, fucking throne
Fucking shit, fucking bad luck, fucking life, fucking hood
Fucking honor, fucking wrong
Fucking traitor, fucking time, fucking struggle

All year, I'm looking for money in the zone
And I have to rap to stop selling weed
If it fails, it's fate, yeah, I smoke a cone
I'm in the vice, I'll spare you my problems
All year, I'm looking for money in the zone
And I have to rap to stop selling weed
If it fails, it's fate, yeah, I smoke a cone
I'm in the vice, I'll spare you my problems

I have the crocodile's teeth on the tracksuit
And I bomb heads, glued to the headrest
I take off the top, I'm not here to play the star
We have a good time, chill, we'll party
No, I haven't changed, I hang out in the city, I hang out with the same heads since the first 100G
I see my life passing by like a ricochet, time has passed, I had to hang on
I have the feeling they're against me, I do things in silence
I'm leaving the building, I want to see other things but it takes time
Like having faith without praying, and if I show my teeth it's to hear them scream
Brother, don't snitch on the street if you want to get away
Anonymous call and the cops show up, many informants in the neighborhood yeah it's bad
I hang out at night, drugs in the clogs, invest on the field it has to be profitable
Still unaware of the facts, the kids set cars on fire
Ready to chase you in the street my friend if you don't pay they'll make a mistake
The desire to give up everything if you knew, in this fucking game I'm a passenger
The young people in the neighborhood end up condemned, put themselves in danger to better arrange themselves

All year, I'm looking for money in the zone
And I have to rap to stop selling weed
If it fails, it's fate, yeah, I smoke a cone
I'm in the vice, I'll spare you my problems
All year, I'm looking for money in the zone
And I have to rap to stop selling weed
If it fails, it's fate, yeah, I smoke a cone
I'm in the vice, I'll spare you my problems

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