I've got all the contacts
Let's go take their dough
It wants to whisper in your ear
I hope I'll be ready
The day sh*t hits the fan
I lost friends, real ones
Plenty of angels ditched me
Gun in hand, outside the party
I'm gonna fall asleep at the morgue
Wake up with a bullet in my head
I got busted like a calf
How much is my future worth
Let us see our sons
Tell us they're dads
Feels like it's not right
I sawed off the barrel
You honor the wrong flag
Pablo Escobar under the skin
You come out to hustle a client
Saint Martin, Dutch side
Floating packages, cocaina
A cheat code for crypto
Give me two Mona Lisas
We gotta smoke them first
Or it's gonna turn to drama
Diallo took 200 euros off me
For a charm against bullets
The future's behind me
I see everything in purple, in PayPal
Half negro, half Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution
Only no way outs in the summary
Like in every execution
We go back up the road overloaded
Sending weed to my homies
Only cash in the network
Give me two Mona Lisas
We gotta smoke them first
Or it's gonna turn to drama
Zizou told me Drop them
It's gonna bring us bullets
What we started, we'll finish it
We'll light up your marabout
As long as Heaven's with us
Talking doesn't interest me
I'd rather put them all on their knees
Chat with my twelve-gauge
Maybe you'll interest it
F*ck your abuse of power, round my way
Bullets make the law
Saint Martin, Dutch side
Floating packages, cocaina
A cheat code for crypto
Give me two Mona Lisas
We gotta smoke them first
Or it's gonna turn to drama
Diallo took 200 euros off me
For a charm against bullets
The future's behind me
I see everything in purple, in PayPal
Half negro, half Neanderthal
No blood, no revolution
Only no way outs in the summary
Like in every execution
Floating package, cocaina