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[Intro]
Fuck the top album, fuck being on tempo
My youth has left a taste of blood in my mouth, I'm tryna forget
My head against the wall of the shower, I'm tryna forget
These scumbags think I'm millionaire since 2015, if only they knew
If I talked, if I gave my version, do you really think yours would hold up?
Motherfucker, anyway it doesn't matter, wrong timing, but kill me now or one day, I'll do it myself God willing
Shining light on these fuckers, I could write a book about my life, I just hit 30 years old
My grandmother lit so many candles, if we grouped them together, the flamе would be 30 meters tall
Got guys that saw in mе an employee who would end up dead with arthritis
Son, I'm smart, I peep that bad predicament, I think I did right
For our people, I'm patient and resentful as fuck
Even drunk as fuck, toreador in a black RS4
Four in the morning, I'm out of the club, I go cash in at the chamber, I'm right back home, better not get heated in the front
If we let alcohol and bitterness do the talking, tonight will for sure end for someone
And you'll always have a dickhead taking snaps covering the whole thing
I lack compassion, but I'm not petty, I got talent, but I ain't the best, huh
I say I'm a good person, that's relative
You surely got one guy who thinks I'm a scumbag (Oh-oh)
The one who jumped his ass, scammed or broke his girl's heart
1 AM, I left the party (I left the party), the same table, the same bottles with the same homeboys
You don't call the shots or run the show, you hopped out a pussy, motherfucker, you'll never be God
Sometimes, I think I won't ever be old, sometimes, I think I won't ever be pious
His mother died, he was behind bars, I met him outside, homie, you can see the hit he took in the face
No matter what he has done, that's sad to see, wesh
I'm in this game like I just started playin
Eight years I haven't switched side, this the intro, I haven't started my text yet (Crook shit)
[Verse 1]
Huh, zero chrome, zero chrome (Oh), zero love, got zero love
Bitch, talking to a wall's better than to a man
School of hard knocks better than a proper one
Violence through words and I wanna puke, North Korean rigor
Fraud, laundering, Napolitan squad, anger from Marseilles
And I pull out the eight gears if there's eight of them
I can no longer swear on my mum
A few cats left my ship, everyone wanna knows my pay
The sky's gonna roar, in no time, you got away, folks get heated
I'm inside my suite with two baddies, me
All this Ruinart is flowing, I got to the fakes as if I had divine sight
My life turned me paranoid, they'll send you straight to the mortuary, as long as you follow them blindly, oh
Life turned me paranoid, they'll send you straight to the mortuary, as long as you follow them blindly, oh

[Chorus]
Who will sit at my table? (Who?) We stopped counting our dead in the dope game (Huh)
And when I'm in that fucking booth, shit looks like I'm sticking one to their temple
I do my job, I do my job (Crook shit, crook shit)

[Verse 2]
I spent the night writing a poem, I can't spend my life counting my problems (Eh)
Less and less ties, and I learn to hide my rage
One eighty on the emergency lane, proud of myself
I can't let my enemy become indulgent
It smells burnt rubber, outside, whispers
Give me a bullet or a pen, so I get a one shot
I'm talking about peace, in my hands a rifle with scope
I'm talking about the streets, I caught a cold there since I was little
I'm talking about love two fingers in her mouth and when they talk about me, their tongues tie
I have a hard time loving you (I have a hard time loving you)
This shit deep in my gut I can't really live with and this lust for bread I can't really keep it in (Crook shit)
[Chorus]
Who will sit at my table? (Who?) We stopped counting our dead in the dope game (Huh)
And when I'm in that fucking booth, shit looks like I'm sticking one to their temple
I do my job, I do my job (Crook shit, crook shit)

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