(Grr, grr, pow)

Back in the squares, no one has anything to say
Like Charlie the bandit when he returns to the squares
The smoke returns to the squares every end of September
Ask, then there's always because it never ends
I enter her mouth, everything fits, it seems like a pelican
Money turns man into a real reptile
Faces on my block, block, means they cloned me
Play this from your iPhone, we need the speakers
My block is now deserted, so you hear the echo
You're in the game and it takes class, heel shot, asshole
I push it all the way, he has a cough
Money makes women feel ashamed
A gun and you see your life in about two seconds
A minute of time, I was joking, you only have two chimes
In the shit I was walking alone with Bellotti
In his block we did it, I was with two rand
Smoking in a bar, it looks like a movie, it looks like the eighties
I bet on an MMA match, we are the NBA
The team becomes a gang, the gang has organized
Born to make trap, born to see on the street
Pow, baoh

I do as I say, ah
You fill me with lies but I don't drink them
Counting pounds, ah
Counting pounds, dollars and euros
I was in the courtyard, ah
To me, bro', the courtyard seemed like hell
And even worse, ah
I hadn't seen anything yet

Yeah, started from da bottom, count how many we are now, yeah
The situation is hot in the club, it looks like Colorado, yeah
Full of gold diggers looking for El Dorado, ah
I'm with my twin, I smile while we hit it, yeah
Ah, I'm a V.I.P., I have my cell in DND, ah
Hello Kitty, ah-ah, my bitch is Chinese
It doesn't matter how much you break or what you say in the texts
If you don't do it in life, bro, why do you rap? Ah
Young thug, I spit real shit
Those who hate me will end up on their knees in public toilets
A friend of mine stays on the street, continues to sell bricks
I worked at Mc, now I've become an MC (Jay)
The flow doesn't stop, the gang no, it doesn't stop
We don't forget, we set you up quickly
Hold on to your necklaces, the party might end
Someone maybe put fifty on your head
It's a marathon, burn the rubber on a Hellcat
Here they are quick to judge you
I always hide a blade under my tongue, yeah
Ask around if I'm not a real stepper
Gra-gra, boom

Pow
Baoh, I do as I say, ah
You fill me with lies but I don't drink them
Counting pounds, ah
Counting pounds, dollars and euros
I was in the courtyard, ah
To me, bro', the courtyard seemed like hell
And even worse, ah
I hadn't seen anything yet, ah

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