My dad wants money
Mom wants grandchildren
My soldiers want weed
And this bitch wants her Longchamp bag, I repeat
My dad wants money
Mom wants grandchildren
My soldiers want weed
And this bitch wants her Longchamp bag
I'm going to knock them all down, I'm going to knock them all down
Big punchlines with rocket launchers, I attack them with LRAC
It's always the same shit on the radio, nigga, I've had enough
I think it's time to fuck up the rap game
Yeah, my trap is going to surpass them

Too many bastards didn't believe in me,
But the mixtape is going to prove them wrong
90's generation, 23 years old, whether you like it or not,
Dude, I'm the strongest
Sheguey, I'm not a star, so stop adoring me
Famas loaded hands in the air
I fuck you all, I owe you nothing, only Mom gave me milk
I hear them all saying that I'm just a trend,
That I won't last
I don't give a fuck, I'm going to see a chick,
I hesitate between MANIX and Durex
I have an unlimited sheguey code
I fuck up productions galore
Break the walk in the hood, act smart oko zwa égogo
Yeah, dirty bastard, nigga I'm a deu-Zé
Na lobi, na za dezé
I make trap, I sign autographs
On fucking tarps
I work the week, I come back on the weekend,
I recorded a song and I go to my cave
On my mother's life, I have too much inspiration,
It comes out of my body as if I had dropped a shit
Don't break my balls, I enter your pussy and spit directly,
Well yeah, I don't have time
I have an appointment with Nyda, fuck, there are 3 bitches waiting for me
I warned my friends, took off my boots
Put on the 'pote, head under my bob
This bitch told me "Yeah, Gradur, I gobble you"
My dick rose as fast as my rib
All these bastard footballers who looked at us sideways
In the club with their big salary
Now they have no club today, no diploma,
The wheel has turned, bastard, you're struggling
I think I'm the only one to make millions of views,
And still be at work
Well yeah, what did you think little son of a bitch,
I never expected anything from rap
As I write this song to you, Brazil is losing
While I'm struggling in the barracks
Knock, knock, knock, someone's knocking at the door
Another soldier who wants green
The more I rap my pain, the more I get out of shit
And of course, these bastards are jealous of me
They saw me in fatigues, FAMAS,
Humble and calm in interviews, they took me for a fag
Come on, face to face, I'm waiting for you, no I don't talk
Sheguey, I'm Black, fresh, talented a bit like Paul Pogba
I want the money and the gova to Balotteli-li
And his girl Fanny in my bed
I don't want her to share my Vine like JayMax and Noah Lunsi
I want us to share a night

My dad wants money
Mom wants grandchildren
My soldiers want weed
And this bitch wants her Longchamp bag, I repeat
My dad wants money
Mom wants grandchildren
My soldiers want weed
And this bitch wants her Longchamp bag
I'm going to knock them all down, I'm going to knock them all down
Big punchlines with rocket launchers, I attack them with LRAC
It's always the same shit on the radio, nigga, I've had enough
I think it's time to fuck up the rap game
Yeah, my trap is going to surpass them

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