Listen to my fucking rhymes They are not written for you This is my fucking life You hate me, of course, me too X2 In my hands, ak-47 47 In your hand, you mic looks better All my gang have an 47-47 If you fuck with me You have a lot of problem Ya-ya-ya All my gangs, bro live on street In our hands, a lot of weed You want to fuck me man Surelly you are in trip. Look at this fucking grip So more ice on my knees