(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Joss', huh)
(Brrr, yeah-yeah)
(Yeah-yeah, go, yeah-yeah)
Yeah

I wake up, I have some weed
I roll a joint, I roll a niaks
I wake up, I wake up
I have a hard-on, I have the drive
I'm in the subway, I'm in the bus
Zero zero zero, I want more
Life is hard, we swim in black shit for money
Roll a jet, roll a jet
Madness stops, madness stops
Finger in the air, finger in the air
No politeness for them
In life, I'm pretty cool
But on a track, I cause trouble
Yeah, yeah for the brothers
Middle finger for the cops (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey, how's it going? Good?
If I make money, I'm Colombian
Take your hands off, don't touch my money
Dirty son of a dog, I'm not your son
Yeah, lower your eyes, check out the Raf
It's Adidas, it's indicated
Rap is dead, I admit it
Don't deny the facts, I'm involved
Yeah, beware of Jobs and his apple
Yeah, I have an iPhone, it's not cheap
Yeah, it takes my money then follows me
Yo, check out the poisoned apple
Yeah, I'm in my corner, waiting for peace
The end of the month, waiting for my pay
Waiting for my woman, waiting for my beauty
Waiting for death, waiting for her to call me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
My heart is not for taking, bitch (bitch, yeah, yeah)
My soul is not for sale, Satan (fuck his m-)
The end is near, the war is open
Because of those who govern us, I'm all green (argh)

I wake up, I have some weed
I roll a joint, I roll a niaks
I wake up, I wake up
I have a hard-on, I have the drive
I'm in the subway, I'm in the bus
Zero zero zero, I want more
Life is hard, we swim in black shit for money
Roll a jet, roll a jet
Madness stops, madness stops
Finger in the air, finger in the air
No politeness for them
In life, I'm pretty cool
But on a track, I cause trouble
Yeah, yeah for the brothers
Middle finger for the cops (yeah)

Hey, what's up?
What are you doing? Get dressed
I smoke weed, the Dutch kind
I'm good like after a violent fuck
Even in shit, we can shine
You want it, you'll get it in your mouth
The treasure is in the ruin and the gold is in the mud
Yeah, I don't miss the goal (yeah, I don't miss the goal)
And they come back when you have the thing
Dirty bitch, dirty bitch, you won't see my underwear (no, no, no)
Yeah, man has wanted war since the Stone Age (since the Stone Age)
If you're old enough to talk, huh, bro, you're old enough to shut up
Yo, fuck social media, fuck the media
I only have love for my network
I could die for them immediately
Bro, life is not The Sims (fire)
I have no esteem for humans (fire)
When I see the state of Palestine (fire)
I see the signs of the end times (yeah)

I wake up, I have some weed
I roll a joint, I roll a niaks
I wake up, I wake up
I have a hard-on, I have the drive
I'm in the subway, I'm in the bus
Zero zero zero, I want more
Life is hard, we swim in black shit for money
Roll a jet, roll a jet
Madness stops, madness stops
Finger in the air, finger in the air
No politeness for them
In life, I'm pretty cool
But on a track, I cause trouble
Yeah, yeah for the brothers
Middle finger for the cops

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