Unfazzed (Unfazzed)

You gave me the keys, I wasn't there to hurt you (to hurt you)
A little American or a black African
At the restaurant, the weekend (weekend) we were in our game
Often alone, I wonder "Now, which one am I in?"
I don't listen to people, I follow my heart
I live my life, I make my money, all discreetly (discreetly)
That's why I have a mocking spirit
Either it's the bullet or just a fool who wants me, all because I sing
I have to take care of all my close ones, not miss the opportunity
On board the spaceship, there are all my friends
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah (hey)

150 on the road, I feel like throwing myself in the air (throwing myself in the air)
I need to leave and have a view of the sea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To succeed, I have no choice otherwise who will fill my mother's fridge? (Fill my mother's fridge)
I have too many regrets, even in good times, I'm bitter (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

150 on the road, I feel like throwing myself in the air (throwing myself in the air)
I need to leave and have a view of the sea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To succeed, I have no choice otherwise who will fill my mother's fridge? (Fill my mother's fridge)
I have too many regrets, even in good times, I'm bitter (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I didn't grow up in the sixteenth (grew up in the sixteenth)
I'm not far, I'm making money (me, I'm making money)
In the studio, I drop sixteen, my regrets are getting to me (are getting to me)
You always wake up alone (wake up alone)
We just keep arguing (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Need to reach the top or end up in the building selling weed (selling weed)
We're in the dirt, hands are dirty, not the money
Nasty rooms, nasty weapons, money in the bag
We're in the SAS, if I open the bag, a body on the floor
Mother in tears, flashing lights, I was born, I die alone

150 on the road, I feel like throwing myself in the air (throwing myself in the air)
I need to leave and have a view of the sea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To succeed, I have no choice otherwise who will fill my mother's fridge? (Fill my mother's fridge)
I have too many regrets, even in good times, I'm bitter (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

150 on the road, I feel like throwing myself in the air (throwing myself in the air)
I need to leave and have a view of the sea (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To succeed, I have no choice otherwise who will fill my mother's fridge? (Fill my mother's fridge)
I have too many regrets, even in good times, I'm bitter (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I didn't grow up in the sixteenth, we just keep arguing
Before we get into a fight, you always wake up alone
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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