| Smoke from under the wheels, tinted all
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| My gang is on the tail and we are planning a batch
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| Headlights do not burn, dusk illuminates the sparkle of the eyes
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| The new S-class merges into the darkness of the area
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| In the head of the binary code there are only zeros and ones
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| A new day and a new tranche promises me to get rich
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| Money whispers that there are not enough of them, even if the safe is full
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| No matter how full I am, I am still driven by hunger here
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| This is the reason to always take your
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| Ambition to bury so you need the Grand Canyon
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| My favorite social |
| network is mobile banking
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| Purse, like a Hospice, it's all filled with dough
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| I don’t pour on show-offs - this is the lot of the young,
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| But in terms of margin, my rap project is already fucked up for sure
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| From slums to business class — 20 years of travel
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| Someday my Falcon will fly up
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| Invisible like a shadow
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| But my hundreds of deeds will speak for me
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| And even if there is nowhere on the radar
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| I cross my limit every day
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| Invisible like a shadow
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| But my hundreds of deeds will speak for me
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| And even if there is nowhere on the radar
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| I cross my limit every day
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| Fora in front of, cash in the backpack
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| I come from a place where people get busted for nothing
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| Kind, but not weak, like a numismatist
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| Just give me your coins, bitch long to explain
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| Modesty is the best camouflage
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| My main ally is the shadow
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| I quietly get my profit everywhere
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| Where you learned to hustle a guy, I taught
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| I'm a master in this discipline, not a servant
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| In any corner of the planet, always on your board
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| You won't take this question out here, don't argue
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| Behind five dozen countries, hundreds of cities
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| Time is money and my minute is worth like Rado
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| What is a dream for others, plans for tomorrow for me
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| I lit a carib from my flame of passion
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| From slums to business class — 20 years of travel
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| Someday my Falcon will fly up
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| Invisible like a shadow
|
| But my hundreds of deeds will speak for me
|
| And even if there is nowhere on the radar
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| I cross my limit every day
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| Invisible like a shadow
|
| But my hundreds of deeds will speak for me
|
| And even if there is nowhere on the radar
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| I cross my limit every day |