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Got the throne served
Came with what I acquired
I urge you to progress
With a bold tone

I've said it a thousand times
I'm not sorry
I move in lost spins, not playing fair, buddy
I'm not playing at anything

I'm thinking about everything
I aim and it shoots
That's why I control it
I already have the whole play perfected

I aim and it shoots
I'm not in this alone
I'm involved in the game like Lucas pa
Crazy for reasons that are real

Distinguished sound suitable for judging
I walk senselessly and grasp reality
I go out to look
How everything is going outside

Today wasn't so bad for me
Walking down the sidewalk
Out of the ordinary
They are strategic minds
Those who take off and stick to this odyssey, nigga

Desperate waiting for dawn
I come back late but with an honest mind
My mind spinning, doubling down on bets
Unsatisfied with the reality they show

Fuck the shit, three, walk around the neighborhood
Fine teachings from wise stoners
Wasting nights to jump with my warriors
Wasting afternoons to look at those lips

If it's the new law, I swear on my mother
The trigger will sound before this dog barks
Coming back late
Navigating with my own in indelible inks

Without resentment, a true gentleman like my black friend Fran
Powder and alcohol, bitches and love, I'm in my place
I'm summarizing my days for you
Untouched moves among so much crap