CHORUS: A decent amount of cash, a cigar, pass the matches, A double bottom, in this stash, no picks fit, And their show-off like habits, who is planting, those give the stripes, These rats have a roll call, whisper in the ear of the bird! VERSE:1 Spin as you want, but the leash on your neck not to take, Life is one, and it's not a movie to re-shoot. Crumple the paper, and pretend to be poor like everyone else, But this people has seen bigger fish! Roses on the highway, a gas station, An uncle at the checkout, a crooked smile, No regrets, according to the official, No crime, no redemption! The tablecloth is a witness, poverty fucks with a key indiscriminately, The body remembers everything, after the rain, the shoulder will ache and... It's difficult to compete in hand-to-hand combat against a knife, Who is to blame will be judged by those who are destined for hell. Those who have connections do not search for treasures with a flashlight, Those who have connections receive a salary by kicking the fuck, They did not save for sneakers for their younger brother, They were not taught how to shoot from an automatic rifle! VERSE 2: I breathe in the nebula, hold success by the throat like a snake, It's not a given, I hold in the
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