Tell me your name, man (Waingro!)
You guys still work together, so they say?
Yeah, all the time!
Really a tight-knit team, huh? (Very tight-knit)
Yeah, if it works, I think I'll give it another shot
Yeah, but shut up, okay?

Good Lord, I need to hustle hard
Here, the struggle hits hard
At my place, bananas are ordinary
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch

Good Lord, I'm going to be raw like a full sentence, full of problems, we don't complain
On the ground, I'd rather take life, even at the bottom of the hole, I don't lose
From your look, your plans leave me perplexed, without vice, the street, it doesn't pay
Don't talk about weapons if you complain, don't act like your rapper, that bitch

If rap was shit, stamp would be a slut, wholesalers who clip for skalape
In a team, yet I walk solo, you climb by sucking, alone I climb
Only scanners, so in these cases, we're going to scan each other, make some zga
They eat with their dick's experience, us, all year round, for shit, we shoot each other
I have so many missing brothers on the call
Deliberation is in progress, since I'm in Versailles, I'm going to appeal
Just a bum, I pay the keychain for life
In cell, I didn't waste time, I scratched until no more ideas

Good Lord, I need to hustle hard, I need my pay every day
It's the way to heal my wounds
How to come in peace? I only see batarade
I bring no one, I'm going to solve problems alone
We don't risk multiple detention warrants for a Waingro

Tonight, I'm stuck, I need to fill up
I see the kedeberie cashing in
I take the A1 at 2.10, I don't need to say that I'm the street, I stink it
Under qelha, cannabis, I'm in Teref, only with human bres-som
Criminal network, like NSO, we don't crack under pressure

Good Lord, I need to hustle hard, I need my pay every day
It's the way to heal my wounds
How to come in peace? I only see batarade
I bring no one, I'm going to solve problems alone
We don't risk multiple detention warrants for a Waingro

Captain on board, I'm the one running the ship
Follower, never in my life
We get our hands dirty so the business doesn't capsize
You must not obstruct my view
Your tourist sentence, I do it like a GAV
Took risks, dream life I want it
I'm a good old man, I'm not going to give up
If it doesn't pay, I redo without chenef

Good Lord, I need to hustle hard, I need my pay every day
It's the way to heal my wounds
How to come in peace? I only see batarade
I bring no one, I'm going to solve problems alone
We don't risk multiple detention warrants for a Waingro, Waingro

Good Lord, I need to hustle hard
Here, the struggle hits hard
At my place, bananas are ordinary
Ouch-ouch-ouch-ouch

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