Black Ops

Ah, yeah

Black Ops, they're not trap, they're wiping the floor
Approximately six figures I want in my contracts
Black money, strong and positive like onyx
The night is for thieves, for whores and for—

Black Ops, they're not trap, they're wiping the floor
Approximately six figures I want in my contracts
Black money, strong and positive like onyx
The night is for thieves, for whores and for—

Hash sticks, no ticks, I return with a lunatic
The bar is set high to end up in attics
My managers doing numbers like mathematicians
Me going to Foot Locker to change my tires

O'clock, the show begins, I come out surrounded by smoke
They're not CO₂ cannons, it's what I smoke
Clean money, night clubs, strippers and junkies
Drug deals, scams, fashion, music and trafficking

Air in the sneakers, backs and plates
Daddy, all for the money, here the one who kills doesn't die
Opaque window, palaces beneath the sewers
Counting bills in the Macas bathrooms

Body, cari, hash and diali
I stain my sneakers in the Rif mountains
At Safir, sometimes if it goes it's not done with Cali
I cut the head off the rooster, Le Coq Sportif

In Morocco I cry, alchemist, I turn gold
I found myself being alone in the cell
I talk to my broco, I miss him for the teco
Before four used to come see me and now I sell out

Praying in the yard, time passes slowly
Between push-ups and songs you hear Casio whistles
It's almost a neighborhood, the sun sets crying
I already knew I was going to make it, what I didn't know was when

Flying on the straight, hate brakes, love projects
First is the word, second is the accounts
What the fuck are they counting? They even invent the truth
They don't reach my sole, bitch, but they try

So many, I want so many, ah
I don't know how many
So many, I have so many left
I give it my all because I love it

So many, and I think of so many, ah
I don't know how many
So many, I have so many left
I give it my all because I love it

I was born to be the first, that's why I was born in January
At Safir Type Beats, I can hardly believe it
All these bitches on me, I want them for nights
Interests on me, mommy, count the money

And I break them here, for all my people in heaven
For all the nights in prison, I've become a heavyweight
I've learned to live with the pressure in my chest
And to make money so we don't lack a roof

Fresh, I throw the word like headshots
I don't want their throne or their position, what a fucking disgust
I invest time, I waste it in traffic jams
Money is worth less, that's why I spend it

So many, I want so many, ah
I don't know how many
So many, I have so many left
I give it my all because I love it
So many, and I think of so many, ah
I don't know how many
So many, I have so many left
I give it my all because I love it

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