I think it's going to go to hell, my poto is burned, it's going to go crazy You don't call me anymore, but that's what's bothering them And I'm not making enough money, I'm not affected I'm not affected Like a grandmother every morning, I have to talk to God You're not like them, tell me why you talk to them And when I had less beef, it was better You didn't say it, but I know it, it's the eyes I'm not different, I think about it at night I'm not different, I'm like the rest You're high in the air, we're going to tear you apart We are one, we know how to create In a bus, mom, it's the stories At 6 years old, you wanted me to say what? My bro doesn't know all the paintings of Van Gogh But at least he knows where I can buy a Glock He knows how to react when it gets hot We were sad when it wasn't fashionable In the hat shop, there are only two slots It's a good thing, we're both on the date Woah, woah, woah What am I supposed to look like? Ha, ha, ha Is there something I'm not? I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not