I'm counting cash as if it were sheep before I go to sleep
Hoes all over Europe, I'm handling state affairs
Niggas singing as if they were boy choirs
A punch to the stomach sends a nigga to the stratosphere
I need a lawyer, but Ali handles it
When rappers hear Sabe, they spontaneously decide to become painters (Facts)
And one day the career as a musician
Is nothing more than a small footnote in your eulogy
My bitch ignores me as if it were a punishment
You'd think I clone Gucci Mane, the way I multiply Guap
My son can speak Spanish and his father can't save, I swear ((?))
Yes, (Pray) I'm taciturn, because I never talk about my plans in front of cops
Sports car same country as the escort lady
I vacation in countries with funny place names
And know hoteliers by first name from here to Tórshavn (Pray)
All I ever wanted was a few million a month
Beaches where I chill, niggas only know from screensavers (Pray)
I become a villain on tequila soda
And come to the party and let bitches marvel at the bulge in the tracky (Pray)
A look at my chain makes a nigga in a bad mood
A look at my bitch will send a fuck-nigga to sleep
A look at my garden will fuck him for a few days
After a look at my bag, he might hit the needle (Facts)
Stacking coal while I should be sleeping
The whip is armored like a basilisk, the other niggas chase mosquitoes
Sweating, even though they diss without names
I don't hang myself on bars
But I pull up even without a strong back (Pull-ups, Facts)
This isn't even cap
Thick packets in my sweats, I walk funny now
Thick chains around my neck, it's bad for my back
Disrespect me and get the face-tat slapped out of your face, I
Break into cribs and flee from Krips in a Honda Civic, get cashed
The cop shows me a photo like Nickelback
Go home and make a big plus like the flag of Switzerland
Now let's pray (Pray)

(Fever)

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