ROLLING DICKS I have feelings of truth, of theft and of murder Drowning in sin, my life is a bad story I have feelings of truth, of theft and of murder Drowning in sin, my life is a bad story Death Note He wrote you on an iPhone Blood is like water They talk sloth that's slow Waiting for five, but I'm not late Whatever you want, bro, you'll find it From Hell till banidez Don't talk about rhymes Talk about kilos He wrote you on an iPhone Blood is like water They talk sloth that's slow Waiting for five, but I'm not late Whatever you want, bro, you'll find it From Hells till Albania Don't talk about rhymes Talk about kilos How much does life cost? How much does life cost? How much does it cost to be a postman? How much does prison cost? How much does a lock cost? How much do you want me to honor you? How much do you all *** together? How much does everyone do together? How many times have I ***ed you? Don't ask why, there's no why I'm a weird guy And if I pull, then it's a pull I'm not kidding if I've done it I don't even want to go to jail I don't care how much it costs The boss burns the mosque like glass I have the proof of the truth Of theft and murder Drowning in sin My life is a bad story I have the proof of the truth Of theft and murder Drowning in sin My life is a bad story Death Note I'm writing you on my iPhone list The blood is running like water They talk about sloth that's slow Waiting for five, but I'm not late Whatever you want, bro, you'll find it From Hells till Albania Don't talk about rhymes Talk about kilos Death Note I'm writing you on my iPhone list The blood is running like water They talk about sloth that's slow Waiting for five, but I'm not late Whatever you want, bro, you'll find it From Hells till Albania Don't talk about rhymes Talk about kilos Now I drink, I smoke, I eat I bring the money, I have the antidote The guys have me for a habit, I chip it I want it, I don't give a ***, I don't take anything They ask me about the tricks they do if we agree They were wrong Chaos, justice With all of them, always right I enter alone, I'm a two-year-old I can help, they shout at me Five bullets in rotation Every medium is allowed I'm entering the perimeter I'm going out like Peter Paul Chain on me, almost golden Full of sky, snow, I'm on my way I'm sliding from the mountain One euro, good plan You fall in half, if you take half Five euros, everything is mine Don't talk about kilos Talk about kilos You give me monograms, I get the right percentage Don't talk about kilos Talk about kilos You give me monograms, I get the right percentage I have the feeling of truth Of robbery and murder Drunk in sin I'm a bad story I have the feeling of truth Of robbery and murder Drunk in sin I'm a bad story Death Note I'm writing you on the list on the iPhone The blood is running like water They talk slow in the hood I waited five and I'm not late Whatever you want, I'm in the front From Haze to Albanico Don't talk about grams, talk about kilos Death Note I'm writing you on the list on the iPhone The blood is running like water They talk slow in the hood I waited five and I'm not late Whatever you want, I'm in the front From Haze to Albanico Don't talk about grams, talk about kilos