[Chorus]
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp

[Verse 1]
Aftеr the Rap Contenders' fiasco, a fеw bad group projects, I was ashamed of coming back to the hood
I've mulled over the text and I've became the best when I ate the fruit of my reflection
I know the oceans and its pirates, the fans love Phaal and are afraid of him failling
I'm on the top of their pyramids, I'm the last rapper who's rapping
In another world, I'd be Philly Flinguo, the fly n***a fur style Doflamingo, eh
So you understand what I'm sayin', I rap with a slow flow
Ralph Lauren hold up your rent, flying dirigible heading Amsterdam, Holland
It's not me, it's L'Entourage who's deciding hey, we're more dangerous than a snitch who's drawing

[Bridge]
We take ourselves for Russell Simmons when we manage the coins
When we hit on MILFs, we take ourselves for Jeremih
1995, we put a tap on treators, hu hu
Tidy n***a, I'm putting cream on the elbows, yeah yeah
[Chorus]
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp

[Verse 2]
Eh, eh
I got Tom Sawyer's syndrome, except a chick, who can help me?
Everyday, I look down on the dump like the garbageman (garbageman)
To commute everyday, my mom takes the 6'20 tram
I understand those who use their gun, the crime ease their hunger
I'm occupying the turf like Bayern, I come on foot, leave in Porsche Cayenne
I wanna make a career, only fire in my rough book, blue flames when opening it (it's hot it's hot)
Even me I'm taking two step back
Spiter king, four aces, the artist like to talk about cash, the bankers like to talk about art
Unstopable urges, kindness, tendersness, SMS, caress, my hand on your ass, I go step by step

[Bridge]
She takes out some pot, takes out the hemp, she wants to make some bedroom sport
Around me, all sorts of people, there's those who do not care about bruises, there's those who smoke blunts
There's those who pop the champ', there's those who pop the guns
[Chorus]
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp
The fake n***as calm down, they feel scanned by me, shit
Another song that will not be played on Skyrock (so what?), get one
Another with the real n***as, bills in cascade (cash)
They're gonna receive scalpel stabs on the scalp