I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities (oh really, oh really oh really oh really)
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills (oh really, oh really, oh really oh really)
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well
Good to attack, the love of well-stacked papers

I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills (oh really, oh really oh really)
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well (oh really oh really, oh really oh really)
Good to attack (good, oh really oh really) the love of well-stacked papers

Sharp fangs, ready to go, I have some beats to avoid
Fake brothers, assholes, fake involved, traitors and cops
Ten a pack, small detail at the bottom of the bag, near the papers
They can attack me, I don't feel targeted
My boat, I built it, you arrive now, I finished it a long time ago
I sing, they are surprised, if you don't know, it goes back in time
Before the match starts, I already have my smile
I ignore the competition, I leave them in the wind
The pigs, they will suffer, the upcoming battle promises to be very bloody
Captain cuts the head, I don't make a sound, I hope to be understood
We are looking for stones and small jewels that resell at a good price
Too focused, I'm deaf in front of the "they say", the money comes from zombies
We share the dishes, no matter the plate, known as Zone 6

I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well (oh really oh really, oh really oh really)
Good to attack (good, oh really oh really) the love of well-stacked papers

I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities (oh really oh really, oh really oh really)
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well (oh really oh really, oh really oh really)
Good to attack (good, oh really oh really) the love of well-stacked papers

I'm (?) in the corner
Fucked up, on the table, I want whiskey, not wine
Tears (?), Go out late like the whores
Nike, I'm not too Balmain, I'm in black jogging like the (?)
If your guys have carroted you, it's a flop
Well laid at the bottom of the chop
I hear my songs passed during the phone call
They tell me that I squat the top
I take out the consumption, I put a lot little smoke yes
I smoke (?) Around six o'clock
In front of the strong, the weak flee
It's the strongest (?)
Trapstar, I'm under confinement, I'm not free
They want to cook us, silence us, fuck the 17
Big boat, beautiful wood, no cement, fake friends I throw
I dream of a palace or a small jet

I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities (oh really, oh really oh really)
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well (Sora, Sora)
Good to attack, the love of well-stacked papers

I sing our ideas, sharp fangs, it comes from our cities (oh really, oh really, oh really, oh really)
Drugs in bags, I cut my music, sell it in pills
Without hesitation, escaping misery, I've decided it well
Good to attack, the love of well-stacked papers

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