I'm smoking dope the color of Hulk
I have a better hiding place than your ul-c
In front of the door, they're shouting "police" (police)
With the Tax and the flex greenhouses
They break my door, I break my chip
In front of the door, they're shouting "police" (police)

Another day on the planet (wow)
Another cigarette butt in the can (wah)
I'm always at war with myself (shh)
My heart weighed down by the past (yah)
More tar on the bib (yeah)
Neighborhood turned into a desert (hey)
And what does the future hold for us?
I'm in the area in position (number 10)
I'm just a big idiot, waiting for the package (I'm waiting for my dough)
I'm ready to end up under commissions
Fucking the girl in all positions

I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
I have nightmares about it, it scares my wife
I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
Even in son-pri, I do my business on the phone

I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
I have nightmares about it, it scares my wife
I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
Even in son-pri, I do my business on the phone

I spend my days at the coal (I spend my days at the coal)
I'll never be Prince Charming
When danger is imminent
There's no one left, everyone moves away
To life, to death
Until money separates us

Another day on the planet
Another cigarette butt in the can
Don't talk to me, I'm not in the mood
All night in an Uber
I won't go to their cocktail
I'm as solitary as the Joker
I'm declared dead by the doctor
I'm coming out of a palace
You know life isn't rosy
Watch your bitch
I'm calibrated to the bone
I start the carriage
I burn bills like dead leaves
The police is Call of
What enemy will I leave to my kids?

I'm going to war as if I was in jail
I take a can, I put it in a sock
I'm just an old-timer, you know how I proceed
My son bears the name of the prophet (of the prophet)

I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
I have nightmares about it, it scares my wife
I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
Even in son-pri, I do my business on the phone

In my area, it rains even on funeral days
A summons for a case concerning you
Chasing money until you hurt your ligaments
Only sons of bitches on all banknotes

I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
I have nightmares about it, it scares my wife
I've healed my heart but I still have dirty hands (I have dirty hands)
Even in son-pri, I do my business on the phone

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