Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Eh, eh, eh
Eh, eh, eh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I went out, humiliated, it's the devil and his strange dance
Rhyme games, banger, I tell myself I'm going to focus on that
Too many missions, no time and no news from the family
At the window of the four seasons, on the phone only bad news
A trap house, twenty wolves, you know it can do crazy things
One mistake, it's the end of you, it's dangerous to be too friendly
Empty the pot, or the Henny, Prada boy, no Fendi
I gave you, we went up a lot, you left, I feel pain G

We don't learn
Between money and me, it's not love, it's just fantasy
We understand each other my blood, that's why we pile up in the corners
Tears of blood when this negro shot in the heap
You know I wanted to do it for real, no matter how
I made a mistake but you know it's not the same during the action
Under adrenaline, I feel my heart doing rodeos
I'll call you back later, darling, for now I'm at the studio

And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
No room for heartaches, I know that the profit, stops the tears
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life

Now I've put a joint, two joints and I think I feel like flying
A salary, clothes, he thinks he's balled
I love you, sorry, for not calling too much
I'm trying to be a pioneer in the music we know
I lost myself, in my quest, I have a lot of troubles
I'm talking to the beyond, I think I was waiting for it to find me
But up there, they're watching me, maybe deep down I did it for them
But up there, they're watching me, maybe deep down I did it for them

The concrete hasn't changed, it's still as slippery
I see an old broski, he says "It's been a long time"
You are my bloods, let me know the day I've done my time
Or if I didn't know how to give you your share of the amount, tell me
My sister had a baby, I haven't seen him for ten months
I can see that you're disgusted by everything you read in me
Conscious too early, plate on a motorcycle
I don't know how to do it, I don't smile in the photo

We don't learn
Between money and me, it's not love, it's just fantasy
We understand each other my blood, that's why we pile up in the corners
Tears of blood when this negro shot in the heap
You know I wanted to do it for real, no matter how
I made a mistake but you know it's not the same during the action
Under adrenaline, I feel my heart doing rodeos
I'll call you back later, darling, for now I'm at the studio

And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
No room for heartaches, I only have the profit, stop the tears
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life

And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life
No room for heartaches, I only have the profit, stop the tears
And I tell my bitch of a trap life, and I tell my bitch of a trap life

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