I want my L.I.P. in my wrist Flow, everything is healed You have to give to the customs I'm going to cross all the hurdles Flower of the Malofané I realize what I have won Odell Hilton, Father Dilton I make tons of them Hundred and a half tons If you're not good, I give you eight tons I grew up among men Hundred and a half tons All for the comm Instead of living, I'm on my phone But I'm going to make them pay the price The gun is no longer in the case Boy, what I'm telling you is what we live In front of his husband, I raise it in I I prefer to die than to sink into oblivion Two, three, bang in the job Come on, hop, stop Don't make me believe that my destiny is in the horoscope I lived a life full of false notes Put in the post I can't stand too many bastards I have to try non-stop Don't put me on the fence Precise in my business I start on the corner I end up in your derrière I want my L.I.P. in my wrist Flow, everything is healed You have to give to the customs I'm going to cross all the hurdles Flower of the Malofané I realize what I have won Everything is healed I'm going to cross all the hurdles You have to give to the customs Everything is won I'm going to cross all the hurdles I realize what I have won I'm here for money Smith & Wesson All the ways Mentarum or in your rectum Mom is proud I promised her That wonders In my king bed On the ocean I wake up Play my role I did what I had to I'm pretty discreet So I do things without talking After the reggae I could finally go They don't want me to go out They don't like me to talk They are father I am a mother No boss, no schedule Everything is laid Six feet under the ground I will finish Don't follow me Where am I going Back walk I see you from the sky Don't put me on the fence Precise in my business I start on the corner I end up in your back I want my A.P.O. wrist Flow, everything is cared Must give to the customs I'm going to cross all the hurdles I realize what I have won I realize what I have won Everything is cared I want my A.P.O. wrist Must give to the customs Everything is cared I cross all the hurdles I realize what I have won