Zk, ZK, ZK, ZK
I don't forget, we forget nothing, you know
Well yeah
I came back to force those who neglected me
It's ZKR, you'll have to get used to it, well yeah
I came back to force those who neglected me

Don't change your mind, it's too late
Make them climb to the top
They won't return the favor
If the greatness of the Earth is so small
For a look, we shoot each other
It was simpler a fight
There are pigs on all sides
I feel faluched
Brother, we adapt like the name of the label
We are all-terrain
Underground business, everything must be buried
Anyway, you will see to be godfathers
Sooner or later, you will pay
It's true that people's eye can harm the plan
Dad is disappointed in his son so he takes the keys
And protect your territory well, outside, it's Clash of Clans
But I don't think you really know what it's like to heal a wound
By a wound, advice, don't try
No, it's not now
That we will have enough, that we will leave
Because the further we are from home, the more we will get bored
It's over there, in front of the block, behind the alley
The impure heart, it's not hard
It doesn't purify on the alley, no, no

But why is it always the same ones who are used to talking?
When it comes to acting, they don't
There is the one who works for goods
The one who works for his own
So please, don't confuse
And don't trick us
There are only the fools you've fooled
The zeubs don't count them
Big, so much that you've pumped
Why are you never happy?
After the rain, there is good weather
I will take the opportunity to count the dough

I will take the opportunity to count the dough
Imagine a battering ram in reverse in a Bentley, huh
I think I've smoked too much sativa
Put aside your feelings
Here, all hearts are depopulated
Revenge for dessert because it is well frozen
You were so useless that we didn't even replace you
"Absent", "In the hands", we will see for the next one
For now, I must no longer cut the dope or the nose of the schlags will bleed
Love in a slap
Hate in an affectionate gesture
I admit, I'm lucky to have a receptive audience
A box, a blank key, a BMW (a BMW)
No fingerprint, not sure for the DNA (the DNA)
And I must have a good stroke
Because I don't know if I have a foot
You will have to dodge the wasp nests, tense by yours
Or maybe by mine
I came back to force those who neglected me

But why is it always the same ones who are used to talking?
When it comes to acting, they don't
There is the one who works for goods
The one who works for his own
So please, don't confuse
And don't trick us
There are only the fools you've fooled
The zeubs don't count them
Big, so much that you've pumped
Why are you never happy?
After the rain, there is good weather
I will take the opportunity to count the dough
Bellek track

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