Pokédex [English translation]

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so go away

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so, so...

I don't accept stupid awards

I don't go to galas like I'm on gummiberry juice

Always remember, rapper is Fifi's second profession

The first one is a writer who'll wake up the nation someday

Just like Ras sang

I'm not a rapper, so I don't want to know rappers now

After the 18th one, I guess it'll be time to say goodbye

And I hope I'll be measuring my money in meters

I'll be a legend, I'll be Nas, I'll be like Skepta

But for now I'm putting on a mask, I'm going to give a show

A clear conscience, I don't rely on pills here

I'm getting in the car, I don't feel sleepy after all

I go somewhere, I do a trrrn, ice on the concrete, but it's not brrr

He keeps doing Gucci, I don't want to Gucci

On the main I play with Rumczi, and you were doing wrrra

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so go away

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so, so...

My folks can rest assured

I don't invest in pants, I prefer mansions

The bitches are like, "come touch me"

And when I see them, it's more like, "go away"

I get up at five and I write

I'm alone and I hate this silence

She'll say that I've changed again

A little bit like that, since money gives me lines

Young, young Jano, still a good guy

You buy grams of weed and I buy grams of gold

They have fun when they smoke one together

I get daily calls with, "Would you like a savings account?"

No, no, I don't want anything anymore

I don't feel anything anymore, it's all gone

Half a wheel there and half a wheel here

I call it revenge

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so go away

Professor Oak, when I do flex

I don't know your favorites, I'll check my Pokédex

I think of dreams I might have

I think of dreams, so, so...

The alarm clock's ringing, but maybe it's a demon

When it comes to getting out of bed, I'm Professor X

I kiss on the lips, a little bit of love and a little bit of sex

And I think I'm gonna slow down a little, because I can't keep running

I check YouTube, your idol's doing flex

Maybe the tricks are cheap, but he's got an expensive tracksuit

Ghostwriters supply them lyrics pretty cheap

And in the video he looks like Ambroży Kleks

I'm dancing like Freddie Astaire

I'm not gonna lie, I'm not a hustler

I always sit quietly on the lot

Though I remember you get shivers when I scream

I don't want fans, I don't want to be famous

I'm not a star, I'm not hungry for fame

I'm not weak, seriously, these are not the times

All I want is to go with a woman to Asia

Professor Oak, when I do flex

Professor Oak, when I do flex

Professor Oak, when I do woo

I don't know your idols, I'll check my Pokédex

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• Artist:Taco Hemingway
• Album:Flagey