They will respect life when death makes love to them
Them and their loved ones, men and bosses
In prison they become kids again, who respect kids
Life is sad, sometimes it's ugly
We calculate the value of the other
If he lets us look in his pockets
If he lets us sleep with his wife
And enter his life as if it was normal

They will lie to themselves and say that tomorrow will be better
Because the other will have less
They won't do more, and if you don't do less
You will have to give them more so they wish you well
Not everything is relative, here everything is for interest
So take everything that interests you
I'm going to screw already deceased grandmothers
That I'm going to re-bury just after the party

Undisputed victory, 2-3 manageable bitches
33 Gerard Street
I made more dollars there
Than the manager who rented me the suite on the top floor
Come and get informed in my little village
Weapons are a drug that everyone uses
Your friends will show their true faces
They will tell you that you've changed but you've aged
You called me brother as if my father had screwed your mother
I thought about it, you were less of a slut
When there was nothing and we were driving a Honda
I've already forgotten, I tell myself it's the street
That caused his favorite problems
I'm too busy generating
This shitty music is paid for

And pour me another drink so I can put my anger
Under the mattress, so I can think about business
And only good things are coming my way
Sometimes I wonder what's hidden behind
I come from below I was welded to the ground
I smoked my life, I drank myself to death
I found a plan that calmed my nerves
I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes

Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes
Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes
Eh eh, I found a plan that calmed my nerves
Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes

And I wonder what you want from me
Fuck your mother I'm fine, I made your life in a month
Yesterday I had zero, so I'm going to stay humble
It feels good not to have to think about my end of the month

I'm in the ass of a Finnish woman
I have children to spit out
But I don't know if they will survive
Where I'm going to place them
I'm not waiting for rap to pay, I'm organizing my traffic
Damn, we need money, otherwise everything is tragic

We will want love and we will want to love
When hatred will dominate and we will rewind
The whole movie of our lives like a TV series
And we can see again what burned us
And I can't let anyone persecute us
Even if it means dying or executing them
They don't like to see us come back free and acquitted
For now I'm trafficking a bit of sound

Oh yes, Bolivian coke
I have guys from Mauricie
Too many guys, dead here
We don't eat pork here
We will leave your body here
We always have an alibi
We do evil here
I'm probably in the Seychelles or Malaysia
I made the million before baldness

And pour me another drink so I can put my anger
Under the mattress, so I can think about business
And only good things are coming my way
Sometimes I wonder what's hidden behind
I come from below I was welded to the ground
I smoked my life, I drank myself to death
I found a plan that calmed my nerves
I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes

Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes
Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes
Eh eh, I found a plan that calmed my nerves
Eh eh, I conquered my fears, I forgave my mistakes

And I wonder what you want from me
Fuck your mother I'm fine, I made your life in a month
Yesterday I had zero, so I'm going to stay humble
It feels good not to have to think about my end of the month

I'm in the ass of a Finnish woman
I have children to spit out
But I don't know if they will survive
Where I'm going to place them
I'm not waiting for rap to pay, I'm organizing my traffic
Damn, we need money, otherwise everything is tragic

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