2.2, hey (2.2)
2.2, 2.2

One foot in the sound, one foot in the hustle (2.2)
Head in the papers and the textile (bitch)
First custody, first bracelet
I've come a long way since I was sixteen (hey)
Never snitch or run away (never)
Yet bad luck wants to gun us down (2.2)
Lonely and we sleep little
We don't believe in the lies you swallow (wow)
On the news, they say we're unstable
Wild and dangerous so my people fight (hey)
I don't listen to them, Spartan mentality (hey, hey)
My garden needs to be the size of five stadiums
My VVS needs to blind the passersby (passersby)
It's logical like the star with the crescent (shh)
In the background of fifth when the future is threatening
Dry my tears with bundles of five-hundred

Only fear makes us live (2.2)
Only money makes us dream
Petrodollars on the bank statement
Mountain of problems on the CV (hey)
I have bad hatred
the street made us bad seeds
I know the traitors and the evil eye
They made them grow the bad weed (bad weed)

I'm fucked up (2.2), fucked up (bitch), fucked up (I told you), hey
Fucked up, fucked up (2.2), fucked up (fa), hey
I'm fucked up, fucked up (bitch), fucked up (I told you), hey
Fucked up, fucked up (2.2), fucked up (fa), hey

I love when the elastic is about to explode
Stack on stack, the diamond is pink
Static and frozen as kerosene
I dreamed of being a ghost like Keyser Soze (big Soze)
Money, it's therapeutic
But there's no mercy on the field, kid
I want money and gold in the golden square
But when the money comes in, jealousy comes out (2.2)
Hooded before the clips
We shine like the eclipse (brr), in brr like the crips
100% DZ, cash in a flash
But there was no one when I was alone in the desert (I told you)
I never find myself in your categories
I believe in numbers, I don't believe in theories
They play brothers so you put them in your story
I still mix the hit and the melancholy

Only fear makes us live (every day)
Only money makes us dream (2.2)
Petrodollars on the bank statement (bitch)
Mountain of problems on the CV (hey)
I have bad hatred
the street made us bad seeds
I know the traitors and the evil eye
They made them grow the bad weed (bad weed)

I'm fucked up (2.2), fucked up (bitch), fucked up (I told you), hey
Fucked up, fucked up (2.2), fucked up (fa), hey
I'm fucked up, fucked up (bitch), fucked up (I told you), hey
Fucked up, fucked up (2.2), fucked up (fa), hey

Hey, I'm fucked up

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