DAMN / SKY

Yah-yah
Don't make this a bad habit (No)
Talking about you gives bad breath (Yah)
Never say that I'm like you (No)
My scene doesn't make me vomit (Yah)
I'm blessed but not Catholic (Yah-yah-yah)
I'm alcoholic with success (Yah-yah-yah)
Super powers like Majin Buu (Yah-yah-yah)
I can rock pink with pink and everything (Yah-yah-yah)
You're a bitch (bitch), yeah I'm gonna get rich (rich)
See what you write, that's snitch talk
You criticize my scene because I'm cool
How does my joy make you sad?
Check the IG stories
In the club everyone shouts loud: 'That's my fam!' (Fam)
Tattoos on my neck, don't give a damn (Damn)
I know my future will be very beautiful
Bitch I'm a god shouts 'ProfDamn'
Rolled the dice, left the dungeon in a DM
Hip, butt, just seeing bodies in the DM
Future is clear, I don't know how to seize the day, ayh
Because I'm in this shit until I die
I was close to going to meet my father
I united my ceiling with the sky floor
And did what's right with a Nike Air floor
I know I was born to be someone
But I already came to life to be someone
I made my team a pack
And made it big, fed it
I walk with so much money
Because I send the game to hell
The account with wire
While I put a gang of henchmen in the branch
Gun 'tun trrr 'un tun'
I aim with the barrel, he sings Rihanna
I'm not going back, boy
I've never been a trend, Prof lasts you years
Wonder
(Oh damn) Nothing to do with it
(Oh yeah) With the pack
(Oh damn) Everything's fine
Wonder
(Oh damn) Nothing to do with it
(Oh yeah) With the pack
(Oh damn) Everything's fine
So much craving for money (Old school)
Fuck the bank, the bank is under the bed (Even with the mitre)
Always with the lady in the cabin (That's for life)
We don't give a damn until we come up (That's the fate)
My path, the parchment
Never alone
He's with me
And I'm with Him
My Prof, look, look, look
Tell them where we're going
Lon3r the sum rises
Let's gather the money until we touch the sky
Ok, I'll get what's ours
I'll fly until I see paradise
Oh, Lord, it's time to pray
It's time to wake up, sooner or later, all paid
Take the skunk off my face - I'm already delirious
The deck I have in my waist is all lilac
I was wasted in the Wasteland, I got out of there
Very gangsta, faceless - a demi-god
I relieve stress with incense
The smoke is dense
But I know the stash has the stone
And I have the weight
My bro, only you are ahead
I'm Neo in the Matrix, I only read green, ay-ay-ayh
Inside my mind I'm only ready, ay-ay-ayh
Cobain's barrel no longer holds me, ay-ay-ayh
I love expensive clothes, but pay attention
Even if I flex in the face, I'm not showy
Money means nothing without love
The bar is from the gym, nothing new
I'm ready now, the bullshit is over
We killed the shit now we put'em in the dirt
Mitra Chic
Look, look, look