My life is like a fucking movie
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And I collect cash on weekends
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All I need is fat checks
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So that my pockets are full of money
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I came from where poverty is the norm
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If you want to take my piece, you consider it torn
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I know the value of money like no one else
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With blood and sweat, every dollar in the accounts is earned
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Everything for the family!
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I will stop at nothing for them
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Losers go out of their way to hurt me
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But I score like Michel Platini
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No matter how much you raise it is always not enough
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Lyam can no longer satisfy hunger
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You can call me a cynical bastard
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But for me, Benjamin Franklin is like an icon
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I have crossed the Rubicon
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What? |
He crossed the Rubicon
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Someone else's expectations of my failure
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Under AirMax crunch like burnt bacon
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My goals are pragmatic, don't care about fame
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I cut off her hook, and stole the bait
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No ski masks and left trunks
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But I again silently exit the bank with cash
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Fresh packs in the safe
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While you splashed bile, soiling everyone
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We will quietly disappear after taking our shares
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Swiss boilers in the sphere in wheelbarrows and sowing
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Game time is over!
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We are only interested in the final balance
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We do everything that depends on us
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So that life now, and not later, succeed
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The years are like black horses
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We'll be remembered young, homie
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The bullets are blank again, you drive
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And if we leave, then in the Guinness book, mate. (x2)
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We have come, Alleluia for them
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They remember our figures
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Checkmate for these madmen
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You know who art is here
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The gifts of God are about us
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You shone and immediately went out
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Your style is a pitiful Russian pattern
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Where everything is bad tight with dough!
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We will open the glue co almost immediately micro!
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We will open the window, call us Peter
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I'll drink standing up for a beat, because we are at a wake
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Sound destroyed like Tyson in the ring
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Quote of the great people, here is the smell of the wild south
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Your MS children of YouTube, King is back, remember May Brood
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After all, you also did not believe in the success of our small group,
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And now you're singing along, wow
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Without a fight you water the redoubts
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After all, you saw our songs in a coffin
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After all, he believed that on the stage of Calcutta
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You climbed up forgetting that success returns to the ground, here you are
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And around your notorious hype-hype
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I've been up and down like Sky blue
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Everyone is waiting for the messiah half-life,
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But in reality, dial-up is just byte by byte
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This new rap flow - rhymes and punches
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What the fuck Bugatti, are you in Ranault or Dacia
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Not Rocky and Kanye, two-faced Alfest
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Will remain the brave border of the epitaph
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The years are like black horses
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We'll be remembered young, homie
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The bullets are blank again, you drive
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And if we leave, then in the Guinness book, mate. (x2) |