[Verse 1: Og Cyrus]
Lil' guy's funny when he drinks Cognac, big guy has insomnia
Hustle, hustle, even under the Kodak's flashes
I made my decisions but even then life hurts me every month
But every month, please get me drunk
And everyday I test myself on my inner challenges, just to know if I'll make it or give up
There's always going to be a guy pointing at you or judging you
Wherever you go, society's full of stereotypеs
My guy, it's insane how the streets marry you and make you sing thе blues
For a handful of cash, take off your jeans, your coat and your shirt
Its the same dose in the twenty-first century
Cocaine is snorted and some perish due to an overdose
Everyone wants to get clean, some are ready to do anything to have everything
That they desire and for that they'll go to any extent
To each his own hustle, from the first day to the last day
To each his own hustle, whatever the price to pay

[Verse 2: Connaisseur Ticaso]
God please forgive me for having dreamt about the platinum
And the rose gold, streets is a nice place when you're brave
And when you dare to dare, he takes breaks ever since he's selling ounces yo
You have to stay chill, the goal of revealing ourselves is to transform ourselves (True)
Some are flipping a lot though, no limits
Ready to do anything to dominate, it's like they're imitating Pablo
They're teasing the opps, they say he flashes too much but the opps pay too much attention
No slowing down, no warning, they slap you and take your chain (Woosh)
What did they tell you ? You were speaking loudly and arrogantly talking shit
You're lucky to be alive, they just sent you to the dentist
Either glory or death, it's clear the devil likes dancing in the streets
Grimy shit, she's selling her body while I'm in hidden in a room (Ah)
I got game, I'm at the hospital, I initiated her to physical pleasure
She feels my vibe and she says I understand her
She agrees with anything, doesn't like pointless guys who go around looking for beef
Hates them as much as these mumble rappers who always sound sad (Hahaha)
Fuck outta here with this shit
Gotta calculate each one of your bars, I don't understand shit from what they spit
All of them can die somewhere as a team, I'm talking real acts
They all got COVID masks and blank lyrics in their clips