Blanka

They all ask me for help
But me, I'm nothing without that cash
I only roll when the snow sweeps me away
Twisted, twisted by Corbeil
I'm a little scared for me, a lot for you
I try to soften up but humans make me dark
There are still some good people, I keep hope
I wouldn't be the same without mine or without the dark
I walk around the room, at night, I walk around the city
A mess, I act up when this damn life bores me
And if this life ain't good, I won't screw it
I don't want to be like the king, I'm worth more than that
Nervous like a team without liquid
Searching for happiness, I sink into the void
Time passes on your face, the clock hurts my gut
I see the world a bit upside down
I attract white bitches with dark feelings

I got the bullets, I don't play the whore (lé-lé-lé)
I don't give a fuck if you talk too much hmm, it's the street that messes you up
You know, don't mess around, it's AD who teases
Coco don't act tough, humble like Kaká
A bit wired, a shady back like Blanka
Under Jamaica, spit a flow like Sanka

I put on my cap, it'll always remind me of that time when I held the walls
I soften the flow, the gaze so hard
I destroyed myself, building the future of mine
I question myself with tears in my wine
I used to say: My shadow, you know, you should flee
As if she knew what I would become in the future
I only have habits (sniff), at the smell of money (I counted)
I hide, I count, I hide the cash in the room
Like before, like tomorrow or like the day before yesterday
Nothing changes except that I'm even prouder (damn it)
I'm still gang, in my thirties, I still say bang
She remembers my hip thrust on the triple chain gang (gang, gang, gang)
I smoke and then I do pull-ups in pronation (in pronation)
I whip out my dick in the extra time (extra time)
I'm calm in this rented body
I'm a hundred percent of my ten percent
Eye for an eye era, mouth on dick
And I switch to green in hundred dollar bills, heart not so white and yet I pray
I smile, I have the scent of gold
There are very few angels to support me

I got the bullets, I don't play the whore (lé-lé-lé)
I don't give a fuck if you talk too much hmm, it's the street that messes you up
You know, don't mess around, it's AD who teases
Coco don't act tough, humble like Kaká
A bit wired, a shady back like Blanka
Under Jamaica, spit a flow like Sanka