They want me to pose with Alpha Wann, Deen, Nefkeu, Benjamin Epps
I too, like to spit fire
But I don't want to hurt my colleagues
I have to fill the fridge, pay the rent, I have fines, you're becoming stupid

Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27

I spend all night in the studio, I go straight on, I drop my son off at the nursery
The other parents look at me weird, because I look like their boss
Sir, what do you do for a living?
My white boy, I write 16 bars, I don't sell weed
Your kid's teacher wants to become my mistress

I have some good weed in my snuffbox
I did it without a father, I did it without a (big brother)
But I'm going to do it heartlessly, like a solo singer
I'm going to do it in the shadows like a damn sodomy

They want me to pose with Alpha Wann, Deen, Nefkeu, Benjamin Epps
I too, like to spit fire
But I don't want to hurt my colleagues
I have to fill the fridge, pay the rent, I have fines, you're becoming stupid

Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size 27
Son of a bitch, it's back to school and my son wears size

Yeah, Yeah
Fuck, yeah

They want me to pose with Isha, Caba, Jeanjass, Disiz la Peste
I struggle with pain, especially when it's not mine
I was the champion of the friendzone, now, I have to dodge the bitches
It was really hard not to resell the Native American drug

I hear them meowing
Distribute the treha, they didn't steal it
You're going to tan, my nigga, I'm the fucking son of the sun
And I almost want to forgive him (aha, aha)

Since I found out my father was raped
You talk about sums, about summit
While I dream of sleep
Plane tree in the wheels, our bikes make fucking suns

Nigga, I ask forgiveness from the sky (forgiveness)
I've already doubted God, how can I not doubt myself?
I've already wished for the death of a former brother
I already imagined myself with bars as I lit the candle
I would love to know how to rap like shit
But this idea remains suspended like my ancestors under the cedars

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