Stef Becker Beatmaker
OB, how are you, damn?

You're really just a demon's child
Who kills our kids over drug stories
All these back and forth trips to prison
Have made you a damn little son of a bitch
On the horizon I only see mothers
A bunch of future retirees in search of a solidarity pension
I'm always on edge
Against these idiots who shoot mothers for some weed
Grizzly balls, it fills throats since suicide mission
It educates your studio thugs
Send the good tip, man
It's been a long time since Satan took their souls

Lacoste, TN, Audi, BM
Naked in the DM, violence and hatred
Pains and sorrows, ebony color
I will fuck France until she loves me
Baby, we want Diddy's life, leave the city
I'm in the sedan, I know the plan like Berlin
In the Merco compressor, with God, The professor
Bang-bang the shot goes off, West side like Tupac
Everything goes, profit, all for the profit
We come from a risk zone, we took risks

In our place it shoots, it's Baltimore
They want the life of Massimo Garcia
For the fam, I do the maximum
The struggles, the problems, it's nothing, we adapt
Too much TP in the hall, there's ganja, there's alcohol
Here they pull out the nine, here it goes live
You're going to make mom cry, the crazy mom

I was there before them, I turn the sound like a 20 eu' whore
I know he's mad at me, don't need confession
All in E, all in E, big kisses, very sloppy
Kid from the bendo, marginal Belmondo
Targeted on my back, is it less against del mondo?
Forever with you, forever with Raymond
Love, real love until I forget my name
I have the demon and I fuck my life while time escapes
We pushed aside kings of the city, (?)
Masks down, balls down from math
Everything can end, T-Max, 47, grrr, checkmate
Monster, through the airwaves I arrive in the cluster
I recognize real men and impostors
I'm talking about the holster era, Winchester look
It's all to move forward, don't talk about Manchester

I have wrinkled fingers from dipping them in acid
Time to work but I eat fast
Serve me an acid bug, instead of breaking my balls, the dick
In resourcefulness I am a mujahideen
I smoke nougatine, yes I escape only with this piece of hashish
Far from this gray fog and their cowardice
Two or three drops of vaseline on the ass of these journalists
I burned these racist hicks, in truth I find it sad
My clique arrives in Urus, tragic future
Classic curriculum, whore sucks my dick
You're just a usurping bitch (there)
I noted their numbers in a free chip (exact)
I'm waiting for these clowns to abdicate
Or they die from a late lupus (shit)
I'm going to wear them out really fast
A pure tactic, the hardest is yet to come

In our place it shoots, it's Baltimore
They want the life of Massimo Garcia
For the fam, I do the maximum
The struggles, the problems, it's nothing, we adapt
Too much TP in the hall, there's ganja, there's alcohol
Here they pull out the nine, here it goes live
You're going to make mom cry, the crazy mom

Words, and words, but always there
When a brother succeeds, we say "Mash'Allah"
Not everyone wins the lottery
At my place, you're honest or you're out (?)
Reality, stronger than fiction
Brothers end up worse than T-Money
Outrun death before it arrives
At the door (?)
M'Bappé, Bangué, Ganou, Zinga
(?) the (?) we recognize it
In this game how many will live, will arrive
We want it, the big boss
Respect is dead since the little ones no longer do kwazy
(?) not from hazi
(?) the big ones watch the little ones, they kill them
No plate, no (?) fear of the void

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