Mng, new nation, so much the better, the country is expanding
I fuck the 17, nah, they fuck 17-year-old hoes
I consume, never eat fancy, I wait for hunger to annihilate me
I'm going to send letters to the Elysée soaked in Fentanyl
I only do CLC (you, you shouldn't have done CSC)
They fuck kids like the boss of the CNC
Mouth-lungs full of THC, too bad the cone sticks poorly
You're going to get canceled by a guy who touches himself like Colman
You'll have to find me like a guy who teleported
Dirty bitch, we were here before like the Gobekli Tepe
I already know we've been through worse, bish, don't tell your life story
Since "Karma", Sister whispers to your rappers like Jacques Attali
Young bandit pulls out the BB gun
At my place? It was the rich kids who beat up the guys in the housing projects
They say "Sister, weird? How you dress"
Weird, you have the face of those I sell to at 10 a gram
I'm not sure I'll ever age enough, huh
I need to sign a contract like a giant PACEA
I cling even after death as if I were losing my center
I need to climb the highest steps before getting taken down
She wants me to hook her up, treat the distribution girl
I chain all the days like in the District 9 factory
They want to see me fall like a tear lost under the cheeks
Why do you lower your eyes? You wear the same pair every day
We do everything with a bill, we don't do it to shine
Here we have to loot everything, fold everything, their two-strokes folded, everything is there
Many people would lose their composure in front of such PB
We deal in tools, 3K hours on LBP
IRL, it's a sandbox if you give yourself the means
I, I have created some since (VM)VM

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