(Mitchelin Shin)

(Skrr-skrr!) Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move
Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move

Seen as a dangerous criminal released into the community
These rappers want to see me face down, hands cuffed behind my back
These bastards will shout my failures, whisper my successes
If you're one of them, bro, never set foot here again
Preventing the liar from lying is like preventing the dog from barking
Go ahead, lie, it's not my reputation that pays my rent
Lone bro, lone bro
In a big car, solid kidneys
Even if I annoy them in their harem pants, the shit will stay in their brains
I won't stop making a mess, yeah, reluctantly, they'll come to greet me
Dogs will never make cats, no, I can swear it to you on the spot
The suckers use their charm, me, I tell the truth, I'm seen as the bad guy

Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move
Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move

(Skrr-skrr!) yo, yo
It's those who talk the most who do the least, I'm going to calm them down like the end of the month
First dough to get the hang of it, follow my news, bro, follow me
Jealousy can make you lie, talk for entire nights
Should I regret the fact that I'm getting away with it, oh, should I bury myself?
Increasingly dark thoughts, dark, projects worked on in secret
They want to climb on the throne, at what price I have suspicions?
Money in the hands but not in the heart, the behavior of the stingy disgusts me
The one-eyed would not be kings if the blind could buy their sight like rappers
The stories are true but not the narrators, your ambitions slowed down by fear
My foot on the accelerator, my texts are visionary and unifying

Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move
Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move
Full of inspiration, I sell CDs, not grams
I'm envied by men and coveted by women
Traumatized by the flames, I tell my life, not fables
Excited by the sums, the carrots make the donkeys move

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