AWA the mafia, my nigga
Ouh, lights out
Yeah

Ouh, lights out, I plan to unload my fire on a case of salad
Turning off the light on a pile of salad
The fakes hug the walls while the real ones stroll
Yeah, I'm here for the family, I'm still alive, God, I thank
Real life, no need for likes or "follow me"
I want the money, obviously, well yes, obviously there's flow
When there are a thousand, there are a thousand in the suitcase, I take my booze
Fake loser, easily envied, hooded, I have the gloves, yeah

UFC in the Play, end of rap in the head
Nahnah in the teapot, no Jack in the bottle, ouh
Only blood when it pulls up, don't ask me for the color
Of love, of light, the rule
Look at the BAC turning, look at the haters, the Zulus
Determined, they only do voodoo, I tear off their guru's head
I watch the rest see blurry and respect grows
And respect grows otherwise the iron brandished, otherwise the iron brandished

Ouh, lights out, I plan to unload my fire on a case of salad
Turning off the light on a pile of salad
The fakes hug the walls while the real ones stroll
Yeah, I'm here for the family, I'm still alive, God, I thank
Real life, no need for likes or "follow me"
I want the money, obviously, well yes, obviously there's flow
When there are a thousand, there are a thousand in the suitcase, I take my booze
Fake loser, easily envied, hooded, I have the gloves, yeah

Then I don't feel brother but it's about to do something
And it's often at this moment that these bastards want us to fuck
Hauts-de-Seine, the joints roll, replace the big shovels
Big bitch, you only aspire to sell weed on Snap' and you would like us to take you
I swore, this world is going crazy
The real ones turn, brew a summit, the fakes cook their stew
They suck for a pile of troubles
Regret their bad puns, are afraid to come back around
Bitch, my turn, no

Ouh, lights out, I plan to unload my fire on a case of salad
Turning off the light on a pile of salad
The fakes hug the walls while the real ones stroll
Yeah, I'm here for the family, I'm still alive, God, I thank
Real life, no need for likes or "follow me"
I want the money, obviously, well yes, obviously there's flow
When there are a thousand, there are a thousand in the suitcase, I take my booze
Fake loser, easily envied, hooded, I have the gloves, yeah

Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah

In the night, in the night, the night

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