[Verse 1]
They don't play us on their radios
They know that we'll hack the antenna
Everything is written in the sky
If I don't kill you, I hope you die an accidental death
Meet my Colombienne; all full of collagen, baby
She's just touched down from Cartagena
In bed, it's great; the rest of the time I'm on the phone
What am I going to do with her?
I don't know her from Adam, or Eve
Don't even start with "blood of the vein"...
I'm going to drop her off in an Uber
I'm going to drop her in an Uber, at the gates of Hell

[Chorus]
Lifestylе of a traficante
I was found, I was broken... baby
Therе are a few things to do
The carapace is intact; the heart is damaged in transit
No shades of grey
All black: I hate them, far or near
Take your MD, let yourself go
Baby - come see the world for real

[Verse 2]
They sent me the tax authorities
Had found my ID on a corsair ship
Will I return to dust?
On that note; love, hate - I don't anymore much see the point
Climate change: it's due to your mother's pussy, with the greenhouse/tight effect
I have to watch when I go out
Zarma, everyone knows me... I don't see a problem
The morning when you wake up
Little one, get to work; don't relight last night's joint
And you well know that I bleed
But baby, you reap what you sow
[Chorus]
Lifestyle of a traficante
I was found, I was broken... baby
There are a few things to do
The carapace is intact; the heart is damaged in transit
No shades of grey
All black: I hate them, far or near
Take your MD, let yourself go
Baby - come see the world for real