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je náš vesmír, jo, tady to známe
My žijeme multiverse, tomu verte, pane

Stále ten istý Romák aj keď mám money
Luďom jeblo okolo mňa, je to funny
Ja

sušiny, osem gramov
Chlapec dostal 15 rokov natvrdo
Dal mu napiču, stál mu na krku zabil ho
Ten nácek dostal pokutu

Chorí ľudia dýchaš toxický vzduch

(I need it)
Try cop me a yard by twenty-three, say it's nuttin' but beef and trap (work)
See, I'm tryna move this cap but my mans going on rude

a ten pack, never ran it back
Put the money in the counter, brr, this shit accurate
I'm in her buns like cinnamon
I hold the Glock, adrenaline
Don't

from Studio 54 by the other Michael Myers
c backstage eight ball is your ticket for showtime,
Meanwhile you're up shit's creek, swimming in low tide

A-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee

They're stopping rehearsals
They ran out of money

We lasted one issue
My book was rejected

The nightclub was raided
I have to start

J'suis dans ça comme Oussama, comme Ben 10
Tu vas bosser même si t'as une belle tête
Wesh, tu planes, ton plane c'est la Heineken
Oh shit, elle

jsme sellili večery v Ostrově, more (Tu-tu-tu), jsi spal jak bitch (Prr)
Od starejch Gs, co měli kredit, jsme budovali ten shit (Budovali jsme)
Každá ta

plan b 
Im in demand you niggas are done 
 you niggas be rapping for fun 
You ain't making no money you bums 

I've been working hard 
Im ballin out

wanna fuck all of my hoes because it's Saturday
Ayy, yeah, I'm in a good mood
I deserve to have ten bitches, I'm a good dude
Lobster, steak, shrimp,

niggas it's me again
It's me again

I used to pray my dad's
Mom would always stay around
It's long ten years since we laid it down
Sometimes I pass by her

That's the number right before I blow
Me, I used to work for
Ten fifty in the kitchen
Boss bitchin' in my vision 'cause
There wrinkles in my clothes
Now I

can hide behide a curtain
Write letters perhaps a handsome senator will
Take her by the glove, he'll face the
People helpless - they will fall in love

On a tropical island we paid a lot of money to get here lying on the deep grey sand with an empty bottle of beer you're looking at me with that blank

Caught 'em lackin', hit 'em with that stick

Hit ‘em with a stick
Huh, all this money, too many hunnids', thought it was counterfeit
I'm already popped' by

my life and I live it my way
Girl by my side but that's just my side bae
Anything you want girl I go pay
Don gorgon I need money like Dangote
Uncle

somethin' comin'
Glock 17, 19, 23, don't matter, lil' bitch
We dumpin' i feel like Rich The Kid in
2014 'cause this bitch jumpin'
44 Bull Dog shoot by the 6s

to relatives, I had to start from the basics
Just don't take it over God, that's when you makin' those statements
Know we live by the code, rock the finest

burr
Thirty-two clip in the Scorps, grrt
Sit in the traphouse to pass time
I stepped in this bitch at like half-nine
By 10, I sold about five nines