It's square

I'm always sad
Because I know these hypocrites and I know their vices
They don't make a euro, these guys don't have fixed hours
I have the toolbox, screwdriver, drill
I have the gray, red, blue, it's the crave-bi (it's the cave-bi)
They have a black heart, black like a rate-pi (like a rate-pi)
They're useless like a Balour without the battery (without the battery)
237 Cameroon, it's my homeland (it's my homeland, yeah)
They say there's no one left when you end up on the ground (end up on the ground)
But these bastards only love you when you end up on the ground (end up on the ground)
They only like us when we end up being silent
We were only sad when dad left
The nerve of war is more than half
They were brothers, they ended up killing each other
You need mental strength to temper
The one of my close ones who will take the shovel to bury me
I'll send him some kids to come and shoot, no tutorial
How many end up sweating in front of the wall
I think I trust enemies more
The world is upside down, influencers act like thugs
Thugs act like influencers

We made too much effort
Sold the twisty hit
So we recounted hard, 'ard, ('ard, hard)
Still no te amo
Even on the piano
The path has become diamond
It's square, square, square

We made too much effort
Sold the twisty hit
So we recounted hard, 'ard, ('ard, hard)
Still no te amo
Even on the piano
The path has become diamond
It's square, square, square

You only have two brothers when you have no money
They only want to push a box when there's no weed
And it changes quickly after two, three tracks
And they go crazy before the first million, but well
The truth is if I say everything, I put them in bankruptcy
Cowardice and betrayal go hand in hand
That's why I've been driving alone on the ring road for a long time
Before success, we knew the shit
You look at our turnover and our savings
You never look at what we had to do
To cover kilometers and gain some autonomy
To dodge the cops, square

We made too much effort
Sold the twisty hit
So we recounted hard, 'ard, ('ard, hard)
Still no te amo
Even on the piano
The path has become diamond
It's square, square, square

We made too much effort
Sold the twisty hit
So we recounted hard, 'ard, ('ard, hard)
Still no te amo
Even on the piano
The path has become diamond
It's square, square, square

It's square, square, square
It's square, square, square
(2K on the track, bitch)
It's square, square, square
It's square, square

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