[Verse 1]
I'm one booty away from beating my highscore
I don't ever retreat without getting some kills
I'm getting laid, I get you flippin' over the scenery
From Nederlands is the weed, sell with no shipping fee
Send n***s when I need tofuck
Radio doesn't like me 'cause of the vulgarities
I find comfort in the person of Luc
I only do it the brutal way so I only fuck bitches
Afropean her bitchy manners fear me, yeah
Fucking moron I do be like that
Smoke it slowly, we have all the time
Next setting sun, midnight bath
Somewhere far from the problems and the troubles
Far from her Longchamps bag, close to the Gucci
Fellatio sponso' by lips of Belluci
Fellatio sponso' by lips of Belluci

[Chorus]
I've hurt people, I've hurt people, I don't remember
I go around, in the Victoire roundabout, I'm far from the defeated
I don't even know what I'm inhale, got myself forced to be special
I only know how to rap the street, i.e. that nothing's going well
Since then I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
[Verse 2]
Peace to the next day 'cause tomorrow doesn't need us
Joints smoker doobie, I didn't even finish school
I was rapping at the block with my n***as in the hood
OP motherfucking G n***a, that was the crew
Every day high, deep will become the hole
I meet my booker, for a showcase I need money
I am with a bitch but her ass already went everywhere
Leading my life like I feel it too much, I've become numb
The momma at the hospi' spent almost all the summer
After each of her steps I tell myself it may be the last
Solitary-born, pumped-up rapping
Make me smoke so I don't feel concerned anymore
I'm high, I must stay it man
Sober, I see too many problems
D.A.M.S.O
King of the armies, everything's black but
No pure white light, coke going through the nose

[Chorus]
I've hurt people, I've hurt people, I don't remember
I go around, in the Victoire roundabout, I'm far from the defeated
I don't even know what I'm inhale, got myself forced to be special
I only know how to rap the street, i.e. that nothing's going well
Since then I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I've hurt people, I've hurt people, I don't remember
I go around, in the Victoire roundabout, I'm far from the defeated
I don't even know what I'm inhale, got myself forced to be special
I only know how to rap the street, i.e. that nothing's going well
Since then I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
[Outro]
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money
I only think about making cash money