[Verse 1]

If it's for the cash we're down, killing it on each quarter

We're hurting them too much, nigga, to +∞ the gap is tending

Hella bottles when the group lean

Gucci belt, all clean Cortez

Chen Zen nigga, carving up the beat like I'm from Brooklyn

In my head: money, sex, drugs, conspiracy, it's obsessional

Gangster and gentleman nigga, black and professional

Every kill is a headshot nigga

Big cannabis pellet, I got Shaquille's blocks nigga

I'm on Grand Line, leveling up at every island nigga

Determined like Leicester, killu' for life like Majster

Fft fft, on the beat I'm gliding like kitesurf

Nigga I'm in the conspiracy of humanitarian funds embezzlement

By pedophile networks to uraniferous ores traffic

In their rearview mirror cause I'm so far ahead

I calculate my trajectories depending on the wind force

Black Jack supplies selling spots

Nigga you're rolling strings, I'm rolling L's

Genetics or clonings

Consuming more kerosene than for 12 takeoffs

In 1st league, you 3rd league, looking at the game I see preys

Chen Zen, about Cartier glasses like in Detroit

And nigga I got the same pills as if I was clinically depressed

Alone chopping the beat as if I was 6 person

Bitch, the racks need to get thicker, ekip

[Verse 2]

Each tune, audio hit, wasted on opiods

Chen Zen, I pull up with slitty-eyes like a Tokyoite

S/O Flem for the beats and mixes

In Dakar looking for licks

Nigga I'm hungry

I need the salary of a Knicks' game leader

Everything for La Secte like a scientologist, Chen Zen aka LRH

Fuck gym, I'm about firearms like NRA

I'm tired of all these niggas like a white supremacist

I want to drive in my hometown in a Foreign of old white racist

When I turn up, you know me, either I bring hash, either I bring gas

On the mic spitting fire, nigga I got Portgas techniques

On my bank account I want sums with ten O

I'm like an orca you're like a cod

Wop like Fabio, senegalese like Sadio

And I can't sleep cuz of alpraz

Shooting the CDs like I do ball-trap

Hella tracks in the kitchen, cooking dirty crack

You know I got the textbooks, kid

Mastering auto transmission like manual ones, kid

You're still rapping, you're almost as old as Emmanuel Petit

Very far from max power

Slitty-eyes, japanese like a Maxima

Taximan's driving reflexes (SKRR-SKRR!)

When there's no one in the rearview mirror, I like

New school, Freeze Corleone, aka Headmaster Chen, ekip