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[Intro]
I just wanted a pair of Ditas, fool asks me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on the shirts, we come back undone
Ten forests for a clover, a Tokarev for the truce
An underworld colored three-quarter Boss as if we were going to kill the judge and the prefect

[Verse]
Seventies, a knife, a black leather jacket, father doesn't listen to funk
I came in naive, I'll leave bad, God have mercy on our souls
You know, a hooded traitor on the phone on the sidewalk in front of the Starbucks
Midnight in the city, a 530SX and this ain't Daft Punk
The fucking noise of the clock, the cold draft of the locker room
You pay my overtime, outside, I never let anyone push me around
You get pinched my friend, that's the risk, yeah
But your mistake saddens me, us
We lose our try, we don't have the B.A.C, so we invest
A Swiss army knife, a bottle of Hennessy, I'll scratch you over the bladder
Three times yes, the world with three sixes, I hang not far from the network, my friends too, we win, we don't tie
Asshole, the hood dies, you smoked your brother, the hood turns you crazy
A revenant taking possession of a body to scream out the truth
The hall and the stairwell, the parking lots and the basements, the courtyards, the armchairs
Guns while we drink, the heroin, the wreckage
The sky is red and gray, we take back, we cut up, we wrap up, we sell
A bottle in front of the power supply, a bugged phone, at least one mother to safety
They died over doubts, no firm conviction
Sometimes doubts are enough, rogatory commission, the PGPs seduce
The balls, the condition, the era, and the ambition, I'm alone on the bill
Your team is contributing, where'd you put your millions?
The drugs, insubordination, a pump in a bush
I've got nothing really shiny, but I brought three CZs, I bring my solutions, that's it no, huh?
Snowy weather, nuanced yeah the sky is low, the cold, the sharp edge, the mistral wind, we go from XP to Vista
We go from legal to lethal, a homicide at Esso
While you were putting Super in your car, clic clic pow
[Chorus]
I just wanted a pair of Ditas, fool asks me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on the shirts, we come back undone
Ten forests for a clover, a Tokarev for the truce
An underworld colored three-quarter Boss as if we were going to kill the judge and the prefect
I just wanted a pair of Ditas, fool asks me if I rented the Ferrari
Blood on the shirts, we come back undone
Ten forests for a clover, a Tokarev for the truce
An underworld colored three-quarter Boss as if we were going to kill the judge and the prefect

[Outro]
If I rented the Ferrari
Blood on the shirts, we come back undone
A Tokarev for the truce
As if we were going to kill the judge and the prefect