Kid, what's your plan B, what's your plan B, what's your plan B?
From here I see you falling, I see you falling, I see you falling
So many traps in the neighborhood for money, okay
But while the world turns
You spin-spin in the city without knowing where to go
At the time of the fires of love your day begins
A big joint for breakfast
On a bench, you see the big ones
Pick up customers, pick up money
Luxury clothes RS3 plus C, you dream of buying them
So you do the lookout-lookout, then you cut-cut-cuts, deal-deal like a madman
All this wheat in this concrete field made you cultivate ambition
The bigger you get, the more jealousy forces you to arm yourself with ammunition
Bottle of Jack, paranoid, you fill it up, after that it hits you
Anonymous call, you find yourself marking your name on the wall of a prison
In your cell, in your cell
You feel alone, you feel forgotten
You feel betrayed and when you get out all you think about is smoking them
Bulletproof vest, full-face helmet, it ends badly
How many of my childhood friends have known this path and ended up locked up or buried?
Tell me, kid, what's your plan B, what's your plan B, what's your plan B?
From here I see you falling, I see you falling, I see you falling
So many traps in the neighborhood for money, okay
But while the world turns
You spin-spin in the city without knowing where to go
Kid, what's your plan B, what's your plan B, what's your plan B?
From here I see you falling, I see you falling, I see you falling
So many traps in the neighborhood for money, okay
But while the world turns
You spin-spin in the city without knowing where to go

Never had a plan B, what plan B? There is no plan B
She sends me to side B, she wants it done and then tells me, "Slowly, B"
Put the dots on the "I", H after the G
I don't listen to those who tell me to go home even though I was born here
Money, money, money, money, money the only souvenir
When you come back from a bad trip, from a bad trip
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Kid, what's your plan B, what's your plan B, what's your plan B?
From here I see you falling, I see you falling, I see you falling
So many traps in the neighborhood for money, okay
But while the world turns
You spin-spin in the city without knowing where to go
Kid, what's your plan B, what's your plan B, what's your plan B?
From here I see you falling, I see you falling, I see you falling
So many traps in the neighborhood for money, okay
But while the world turns
You spin-spin in the city without knowing where to go

Massilia, Italia, it's the same, same, same
Tunisia, Comoria, it's the same, same, same
The pain of the favela, it's the same, same, same
Everything for the family, aah
Massilia, Italia, it's the same, same, same
Tunisia, Comoria, it's the same, same, same
The pain of the favela, it's the same, same, same
Everything for the family, aah
Soprano
Ghali
Italia
Massilia
Kid, what's your plan B?
Tell me what's your plan B
Plan A is dead, bro

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