Brainstorm Beats

I got busted tonight, I'm not sleeping at my place
I got busted tonight, I'm not sleeping at my place

I got busted tonight, I'm not sleeping at my place
He brought me a good stash, and I didn't say "no"
I lifted it, I was masked in the apartment
In anonymity (ah) I'm in some mess
But I walk around normally
And since you're a big bitch, I don't greet you like before
My brothers next to me, to mom, I promise diamonds
It's often late at night that I think about leaving the building

I'm wasted, I drank too much, my baby mama tells me I'm abusing
I get the ball, I distribute, and I screw them, the sons of bitches
I'm wasted, I drank too much, my baby mama tells me I'm abusing
And that my clothes smell like cannabis
And if I'm absent, it's for the money

1 2 3 4, worries, bitch doesn't know our lives
All the kids at the nanny's, check out the gear
1 2 3 4, worries, bitch doesn't know our lives
Need to smoke, time passes more in custody

The weed field that sells like hot cakes
We no longer solve problems with punches
I promised dad a Phillipe Patek, and I'm not slowing down, I'm stepping on the gas
The weed field that sells like hot cakes
We no longer solve problems with punches
I promised dad a Phillipe Patek, and I'm not slowing down, I'm stepping on the gas

I'm in the street, we sharpen, we don't play Rainbow Six
We don't neglect, but we're gang too
Hey, go ahead, it's not me who negotiates
Tell me your price, big guy, you didn't understand
If you don't pay us, it's your life we take
I hear them, I think they're not happy
I'm waiting for them, for them, I have all the time
Then I take mom on vacation

(He he) they left me when I had nothing, I was in need (he he)
You threatened, I came to do you like a real Algerian

You follow or not, the judge judged my buddies guilty
We got your skin
Masked, I extinguish the torch
There's Zokush eh toke na Congo

I'm wasted, I drank too much, my baby mama tells me I'm abusing
I get the ball, I distribute, and I screw them, the sons of bitches
I'm wasted, I drank too much, my baby mama tells me I'm abusing
And that my clothes smell like cannabis
And if I'm absent, it's for the money

1 2 3 4 worries, bitch doesn't know our lives
All the kids at the nanny's, check out the gear
1 2 3 4 worries, bitch doesn't know our lives
Need to smoke, time passes more in custody

The weed field that sells like hot cakes
We no longer solve problems with punches
I promised dad a Phillipe Patek, and I'm not slowing down, I'm stepping on the gas
The weed field that sells like hot cakes
We no longer solve problems with punches
I promised dad a Phillipe Patek, and I'm not slowing down, I'm stepping on the gas

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