92i Veyron

Nobody, nobody
Nobody, nobody

New rich, my Lamborghini hit a few speed bumps
I don't wait in line at the Ritz or McDonald's
If they're right, I'm not reasonable
The burst in your living room will surely be unpleasant
New rich, my Lamborghini hit a few speed bumps
I don't wait in line at the Ritz or McDonald's
If they're right, I'm not reasonable
The burst in your living room will surely be unpleasant

We toast to our scars, to our hooks every night
Black is black, they said, so there's really no hope
The winners write it, the losers tell the story
The winners write it, the losers tell the story
Nobody in the world walks the same way
Their rules all have a grave, that's what they don't understand
Back and forth to prison, some don't come back
I have a Kalash and sheep, all under the same roof
Always in the mood to raise them, let the future suck my third finger
No, I don't love you, nor the one with you
Only when you fuck your mom do I wholeheartedly support you
You don't even have enough to make me smoke, what am I gonna do with you?

I talk about the street because I bathed in it, even though I'm there much less
I write to you from the block with G. A. T. O B. A. T. O, my boy
There's music, pussy, weed, the Nueve-2i is around
Big dick in the minimum wage's pussy, a kick in the snout
Nuclear bomb on the game, only me and the rats will remain
When I get in the Veyron, you'll never see me again
Inspired by the music of these descendants of slaves
They buy n****s in public, nothing is serious for them
I have a crown on my head yet it's the neighbor who got the bean
There will never be a truce, my boys from the 93 told me
Grilled chicken, locos, bananas, rap is haram
Genocide on these n****s, I'll Boko Haram them
Don't do too much good or you'll be nailed to a cross
The burst in your grandmother will come sooner than you think
The human race disgusts me, I light a big joint with a blowtorch
Fuck your shitty foundation, I prefer to save animals

We toast to our scars, to our hooks every night
Black is black, they said, so there's really no hope
The winners write it, the losers tell the story
The winners write it, the losers tell the story
Nobody in the world walks the same way
Their rules all have a grave, that's what they don't understand
Back and forth to prison, some don't come back
I have a Kalash and sheep, all under the same roof
Always in the mood to raise them, let the future suck my third finger
No, I don't love you, nor the one with you
Only when you fuck your mom do I wholeheartedly support you
You don't even have enough to make me smoke, what am I gonna do with you?