[Intro]
Ahahahahahah
Phil De Payne
Ay, yo, Miles
Put the children to sleep, okay?
Young Miles

[Verse 1]
I'm counting up dead presidents
And I don't talk about dollars
I've got four joints and they're scanning, up with their helicopters
I'll buy a gun with the money I made with the royalties
To stand against these pigs and their own pleasure
I don't give a fuck about your crew, your gang, and so on
I repeat: fuck you!
I'm causing more pain than case Cloverfield (Ah)
You talk shit about my albums when you write
'Cause you know I don't have time to talk about your books
Ouch! You're a really good clown
You're an asshole worth two pounds
You won't rеach the fourth round
If I were you, I'd havе applied to become an eagle scout
Even better, I'd have hang myself with a wire for AUX
I've an issue with rules, surprise!
I find a way to be guilty even when I'm the injured party
I love my girlfriend 'cause she's a damn pervert
And she tells me: "Lick my *pew*" with her fingers in the socket
Talk, talk, I don't care
You're so messed up that the national network has to defame me
To increase the share
While they're mistaking shit for Ferrero Rocher
I'm keeping my bros close, not for a selfie
Zero snakes in my service, I don't want servants
We're rolling up another backwoods, sit in the backseat
Why do you act like some bad boys, if you're the Backstreet?
What the fuck are you flexing?

[Interlude]
Oh
Ay, yo, Miles
If we've been joking until now, now we're serious

[Verse 2]
Ay
64, don't you make it, that's too much for you
Blood's included in the cachet
You talk about flow, about bars, you talk about me
I'll take the scepter and I'll die as king
64, don't you make it, not after me
Blood's included in the cachet
You talk about flow, about bars, you talk about me
I'll take the scepter and I'll die...
We grew up in the darkest times
The stereo is loud, making damn holes
Make it and dance with the wolves
We're free until dawn, then goodbye, we turn back into garbage
They never ask: "How are you?", but "I've an idea, bro, can I talk to you for 5 minutes?"
Not even your friend know how much pain you take when you find yourself repulsive
I can't talk, I started cutting myself when I was thirteen, more or less
But I don't want to wake up at forty and end up fucking my groupies
They say I'm dead: well, cheers, I'm coming back to clear any doubt
Something different than pussy and bullshit
You'll end up like all of them, sucking
My brain is a model of the Sputnik
And it's flying among the clouds of Brooklyn
Intercepting the heads of the coolkids
Not of the people making GTA in real life with the mods and the cheats
Rat, stay away from me, be careful on who are you spitting on
Talk, talk, talk, but you turn out to be stupid
Never lost my shape, you stay in the dark
Then count: it's a decade that I'm on the cutting edge, my God
Your kid listens to the most disgusting beast, and that's me!
I can't stand myself, then, since my uncle died
I can't tell if this is music or just a buzz
If this is hunger for fame or thirst for forgetfulness