Quit biz, I have or not
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Street or Mike, A or B
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Day and night
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Day and night
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Day and night
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That fucking insecure feeling
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Day and night
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Day and night
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Day and night
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That fucking insecure feeling
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I don't have to sell drugs anymore
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Music is a well-paid hobby
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I don't have to deal with those bastards anymore
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Those ten-kilo rides
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Full suitcase day and night
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That fucking insecure feeling
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If today is not the day
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When the hustler's dream ends
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I shot the pounds like a series anyway
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A new deal every morning
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Sometimes calm sometimes hell
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Up, down, then it's real
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No crap, whores, bottles
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And tick off the pagelist
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Only bags, suitcases, bags
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And think strictly about business
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Satisfied with the whole team
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From mini soldiers to the source
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The first league, not the would-be
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Like every other worthless toy
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Classic car smoke, street aura
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A neighbor stares at how gay
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Between the blocks of flats, the bastards in the cart
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Know what you want very well. |
(CASH!)
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Unlock that mandate
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And in a few years, download the jackpot
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Someone will take care of the riot
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Someone will come back without shoes
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It is enough for someone to be for the rest of their lives
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In the post of those who dense it
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Someone will take the ball
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And he jumps off the street right on stage
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Day and night
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Day and night
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Day and night
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That fucking insecure feeling
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Day and night
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Day and night
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Day and night
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That fucking insecure feeling
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I've been filling those clubs for two years now
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I know why I know where I know which way
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Another course, but I'm still a pilot
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It was top but change is life
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Even though it was full of dards every day
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And you grabbed each of the parties
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I didn't want to fall asleep with it anymore
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That I can suddenly disappear like a genie
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More info that some dementia
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They caught the plucked boar in a suitcase
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Or that the court handed out five years again
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Just for one little rub
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Where are the guys, straight players
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What the principles are, stick to the plan
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Shit everywhere, dirty shit
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What would they say to their mom
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Everyone would like to be a hustler
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Hookers in bed, living like OG
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The whole thing looks so easy
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And that's exactly why everyone is trying
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Everyone wants fear, fly shit
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And boil most of all
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But nine out of ten dope boys I've met
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They ended up in dreams
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It's a fucking fast way
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From shit to ball, but you know what
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Someone doesn't know when to stop
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Let another take your place
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Someone spikes it to the maximum
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In the end, he barely ends up on his own
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Someone will take the ball
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And he jumps off the street right on stage |