� Every day on the road for the Brabus emblem No matter Lord, blood flows Full automatic Uzi Balls through your Gucci suit Give you no doggers I, I, just step on it, you hear Your days are counted because you're a time of the feast Come at night, expose bloodbaths in the jacuzzi What a scandal I don't trust a mouse to my lawyer A package, I double the number Bite me hard in your head like a kangaroo At night, BTT on the road to God With the stuff and supply the neighborhood Yes, it sounds paradoxical, but the voice in my head says, do it Ah, voices in my head, wala No plan, should they come, wala No day in my blog, wala Goes without the cops, wala Ah, voices in my head, wala No plan, should they come, wala No day in my blog, wala Goes without the cops, wala I drove kilos Every day crossing borders with fabric My mom carried bags Every day I cooked something to eat Voices in my head, please, please forgive me, God Often I *** a hookah and cook Get nothing, take everything Luxury, carrots, pizza, bread, shower, vitamins, a cavalry Stands behind me, as you can see, *** the police Live undercover Don't need no cash, rather water My cocaine in the ass, what a gamma Say, dear God, my father forsook me Ah, voices in my head, wala No plan, should they come, wala No day in my blog, wala Goes without the cops, wala Ah, voices in my head, wala No plan, should they come, wala No day in my blog, wala Goes without the cops, wala © transcript Emily Beynon