[Verse 1]
I represent my tribe (squad), I lead a street life
I wear the most beautiful fabrics but I hang out near the trash
I hold the rifle (paw), there are only three issues
Love is no longer enough, around me there are only naked girls (slu-slu-slu-slut)
Slut, it continues, on my face, new wrinkles (wrinkles)
Life is so raw, I can't cum anymore, I fake it
I'm not going to mess with one of my buddies just for a piece of ass
Bitch, I'm gonna scatter all my offspring on your beautiful face (splash, splash)
Change my habits, stop before I get ridiculous
I've walked too much on the asphalt, I immortalize everything in a film (flash)
You prostitute yourself in front of the institute, that's what I mean
91, that's where I am, in the evening I become dark, dark is the music (wow)
I eat stinky cheese, with attitude
I try to be assiduous, I always have a hard dick
Two big testicles (two), I keep these whores in sight
I advance under the star of Sirius, bitch, don't be ambiguous (slu-slu-slu-slut)
[Chorus]
The scarred golden eagle, I was born to attack
Piled up problems, I want to get rid of them
I'm lost in the typhoon, respect the Emperor, little brat
Wait, take a ticket, I can hear cops knocking
I crumble it, I roll it and I take off, I fill my pockets and I shift it
I crumble it, I roll it and I take off, I fill my pockets and I shift it
[Verse 2]
I just make killer songs, man I get the point, seriously, I give pigs jam
I have too much ambition, all these sluts are ruined, I cut, I package and I distribute
Only thoroughbreds in my stable, you, at the police station, you take refuge
You thought it was free, man, you're very stupid, watch out, you're out of the game, death is sudden
Dawg you're too slow, you need to go faster, decipher the symbols of the Republic
I'm concentrated, I have to stay lucid, with you, I don't plan any feat
Like the living dead, I resurrect, a Swiss watch for my success
Look, cocksuckers regurgitate, new album, it's a free-for-all
[Bridge]
I'm standing under the bus shelter, preparing a mega mixture
In my hands, I hold the Excalibur, I leave only dirt
I remain serene in my writing
I don't touch the syringes: like Sangoku, I'm afraid of needles
[Chorus]
The scarred golden eagle, I was born to attack
Piled up problems, I want to get rid of them
I'm lost in the typhoon, respect the Emperor, little brat
Wait, take a ticket, I can hear cops knocking
I crumble it, I roll it and I take off, I fill my pockets and I shift it
I crumble it, I roll it and I take off, I fill my pockets and I shift it