(Six in the morning, police at my door, si-six)

Grab my jacket, go through the window, I think I have my phone
Grab my car, nigga, I'm out of here, I'm wanted
Infinity leather interior, parked on the porch
I put two kilograms on my neck, it reaches my chest
After a torrid night with Cinderella
I didn't put a pair on her, I put an embryo on her
St. James's and mary-jane help me with my glands
Here all the bandits shoot in the air, yet we don't listen to Bambi on
'Park in double row, fresh in Double Goose, double album
Don't give a fuck, fuck your double shit, I send double dose
For the country, the homeland exclaims
I spit so much fire they call me Captain Flame
(Six in the morning, police at-)
I only gave them a sketch
Beware of the police putting batons in kids' asses
My dad lost money, got fired (oh)
My cousin got thirty years, in the penitentiary (woaw)

At home nothing is easy, we decide we reconcile
If we do harm, we followed the instructions
And if ever my head is on the photocall
It's because there are bad bitches in the protocol man

And the police are looking for me, nigga yeah
And the police are looking for me, uh yeah
And the police are looking for me, nigga (pow, pow, pow, pow)
And the police are-

I'm not your token black, I'm not your diversity, bitch
I'm not your moral guarantee, not your city guy, bitch
Not the guy who raps nicely, when you want to feature, bitch
Speak softly, stop getting excited, bi-
Stop with your friendships, for me everything is biz'
Stop with interviews, black everything is smooth (nan)
You're not going to sabotage anyone, it's the end of your shits
The end of the beans, your wholesale rap, they send

At home nothing is easy, we decide we reconcile (hey)
If we do harm, we followed the instructions (hey)
And if ever my head is on the photocall (search nigga)
It's because there are bad bitches in the protocol man

What are you telling me? I dropped out of school man
Mom was making the Pondu, I was watching Gary Coleman
Hot, even when I stay fresh (han)
Adidas wanted to give me clothes, without giving me money
The lack of respect
The king (uh) Yavé (han)
I'm taking the throne this year and you think, I'm going to wash myself? (nan)
At six in the morning, there's police at my door (han-han)
I go through the skylight (han-han)
I jump in the car (raah-raah) it's the deluge (wow)
And if ever my head is on the photocall
It's because there are bad bitches in the protocol man

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