Big John from your comic your enemy
Big John from your comic your enemy
Big John from your comic your enemy
Big John from your comic your enemy
Expectations that sweat the macana
I carry in my hand a colbat from Havana
And with my left hand I grasp the south of my katana
But I live in a weekend loop
Half inert and evergreen like iguana
I serve as inspiration for origami
At night I shoot freestyle with your sister
And I have nothing, and I don't need anything
I don't lose anything because I have nothing
And I have nothing, and I don't need anything
I don't lose anything because I have nothing
That now they say that I am the law
I don't need wool to be the king
I don't have more than what you see, hey
But I'm only talking about money
I have people who for my foria your face
Because the top is my fake
Six of seven traveling in replay
And the seventh calm down, playing the play
I keep grinding every day, riding on the way
Good for those who are, araguaney wood
So that my fashion does not pass
I'm going to be Maradona for the pass'
I'll calm down, I'm still in the first phase
They said so much that we were not capable
We're already stealing third base
That there is no force that holds me back
With fakes and witches I do not make passes
Working class, but with class
Daydreaming until it passes me by
Real until death embraces me