I rap with a heart as black as Venom
On a piano, like John Lennon
Imagine my only desire is to do her dirty
And even if I wanted to love her, it would hurt her
Anyway, I'm sure we'll end up bored
I'm not answering now, I'm completely wasted
She knows I don't want to get attached
All I love is making dough
I expel a thick smoke from my trachea
It's easier to dream about the future than to erase the past
But don't worry, everything eventually passes
Send the bottle and tomorrow we'll have to forget yesterday again

I might end up face to face
I might end up face to face
With your ass in Miami
But right now, I'm in the nineteenth
Looking for a purple bill
They saw that I was tanned
They don't want to let me go
They talk to me as if I were theirs
They talk to me as if I were their
There are only bitches in the area but I don't give a damn
I'm on the field now, all my bros are here
We're doing alley-oops
Fuck your codes
Fuck your dress code
Fuck your appointment
I pull up at your place, I don't say hello
I don't say "How are you?"

Hey, the devil came to me and God is waiting for me to come to him
It's working on my mind
I hide it behind my black glasses
I'm preparing a dark karma
In absolute calm
I'm capable of other things
But there's no more hope
You need to get to safety
We only think about making dough
I arrive in a white SUV
Like rolled back eyes
I'm unclashable
Determined like a commando
Who can sit at the table
Of a young Diego Armando

Beware if my guys come back gloved
And the tone goes up a notch
I'm already on my second plan B
That's how you learn
At any moment, bro I can mess up
I remain convincing
And you, the journalist, do your job don't ask me to introduce myself
Not that everyone knows me but I have trouble defining myself
What peace and love, look at this world, it's just shooting civilians
I have few scruples, the lure of gain will make me the decisive pass
The difference between Jazzy Bazz and Ivan is minimal

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