Filled with innocents
Fuck it's S-
Ayy

I don't play rappers, I'm really a rapper
I really have diamonds, I really have haters
I'm really your sister's favorite lover (wow)
I really have the million
Since then, I'm really cuter, I shoot on the joint
I encourage all the little idiots to do like me
To follow me like Suikon
Spielberg steps on the pedals
I'm Chinese E.T. on the handlebars
Come lose your hymen at home
I know I'm wrong to drink more than reason
Redbull effect gives wings
Go ahead, me too, I'm going to rent the Eiffel Tower
I shout "V. A. L." Everywhere as if I was DZ
She messes everywhere as if it was her place
It smells like the sea and we sleep on towels
I make the beautiful star, the decor is perfect
Knowledge is a weapon, learn your lessons
In front of the cannon, wet your underwear
This world is cruel like this hook
Which one you're in love with, poor boy
(Poor stupid boy)
Don't kidnap me, I'll raise the ransom
We can double at the end of each season
I'm dubbed even after the horizon
Unpredictable, without blinker
My trunk everywhere, I'm fluttering
Making money is exciting
I can get out of Aulnay, I can crisscross
All my friends, I'm going to push them
Even if they're bad, I'm going to impose them
Anyway, everything is already taxable
Even, sometimes, the gun trafficking
I eat everyone, I'm still hungry
Sleep on the kickstand, I sleep on the wedge
I don't even know why I smoke so much
It makes me paranoid, I think I'm on the run
Keep your venom, I prefer when you swallow
Why does it make you feel better when you're hurt?
Why do you pretend it's your first anal?
Why do you pretend you didn't know Vald?
Ar discreet between border and Paris
The ar15 has recoil but it's okay
You see me calm and all but, in reality, I'm angry
"Euros, euros, euros" what's this saying?
Your shitty 'pro-jet', is it rap or noise?
You make shit like your start-up week
Keep your honor, stop showing off
Make donuts with the smoke of the kamas
V-a-l-d, death for skidding
V-a-l-d, death for offset
I live in FPS like with a Kalash'
And in POV like with a Famas
I'm too depressed, I empty the pharmacy'
It's always the same sons of bitches who pick up
Knowledge is lost because everyone talks too much
I've opened fewer books than bullet holes

Prisons are filled with innocents
The blessings of ignorants
Prisons are filled with innocents
The blessings of ignorants
Prisons are filled with innocents
The blessings of ignorants
Prisons are filled with innocents
The blessings of ignorants

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