It's too late to turn back (late)
On the run from the police
To the spot where customers stand, okay, okay
Spin a few rounds with the Glock
Get stopped by the police
The Moroccan is dark beige, okay, okay

Cooked freebase in ammonia
Back then in the Replay the Moroccan hash (hey)
Everyone came to me, was interested, stacking paper
Because I cut records like DJs
Lyca Mobile, no free appointments
Just like that, I'm number one on speed dial
Keep going, it will be brought in
And the small amounts get no reply (wouh)
Hundred-dollar bundles, gun in shoulder bags
All our boys in the alleys
They stash under mattresses (whoop, whoop)
From the wind on the Piaggio
To apartments where they pick it up
Small thing, my stones are white
And they shine like the Bellagio

I have little time (little)
Because nothing is forever (baby)
Only the soul remains

It's too late to turn back (late)
On the run from the police
To the spot where customers stand, okay, okay (okay)
Spin a few rounds with the Glock
Get stopped by the police
The Moroccan is dark beige, okay, okay

I have the latest product in my pocket
At full speed, racing through the night
I have few friends, but very many enemies
That's why I make a lot of money, to pay for the war (pah)
With the criminal police on my tail, I light a Cabaña cigar (heh)
Just no panic in the Rolls-Royce Cullinan (nah)
I want Glocks and money
Not for fun like the boss of the Cali cartel (cartel)
Yes, we made money before our thirtieth year
And we are the reason why others in their twentieth year
Have used too much, have no teeth

Dear God, forgive my deeds
I run away because I'm ashamed
Dark angels, black ravens
And the tears during prayer

I have little time
Because nothing is forever
Only the soul remains

It's too late to turn back (late)
On the run from the police
To the spot where customers stand, okay, okay (okay)
Spin a few rounds with the Glock
Get stopped by the police
The Moroccan is dark beige, okay, okay

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