Did you see, Gonzalo, that it finally happened for us?
And you let me know when you're ready
That to travel the world with the rap that I have
I don't need a visa
I spark a Portobello when I get off the plane
As soon as the pilot lands
We arrive in Italy and with our presence
We straighten the Tower of Pisa, yeah
Active in music, also in the street
My reputation doesn't get stained
Like a mountaineer, I enjoy the view
Without fear of any avalanche
The Komodo dragon that came out of the mud
Now walks in through the wide door
This legendary flow has no adversary
Like Maradona on the field
I killed them and they want me to tone it down
I go through customs without checking the luggage
B*stard, I come from the hood, my journey was tough
Now I have tours where they don't understand my language
I kept killing them and they asked me to tone it down again
I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month
C'est la vie, I went to Paris
And I learned to speak French
These trappers are my kids
I was part of their childho-o-od
They want to see me fail
They've been trying for years
But that's not going to happen
I linked up with Biza, Biza
Combination of Dybala with Leo
And like Dibu, I slide the trophy by my d*ck, prra
Three point something million in jewelry
You don't need to understand me
In my worst depression I don't take pressure
I heal by buying the store
I'm on an incredible high
Don't call me, because my schedule is already full
Hey, Biza, light this sh*t up
I came down wearing some Bottega Veneta boots
I asked him, 'What's up with the pilot
That hasn't landed since I took off?'
I waited for my time, I didn't despair
I rested a couple of years, came back and blew up
Killing them like Shakira did Piqué
I don't play soccer, but I Pelé'd them
I know that it hurts them, it hurts
To se-see me up here, I know it hurts them
And now I have properties
That I walk into and they look like hotels
A gigantic garden of purple buds
My own weed, how good it smells
I've been living on tour for a long time
Playing on the radio and appearing on TV
I killed them and they want me to tone it down
I go through customs without checking the luggage
B*stard, I come from the hood, my journey was tough
Now I have tours where they don't understand my language
I kept killing them and they asked me to tone it down again
I asked the accountant for a million to spend this month
C'est la vie, I went to Paris
And I learned to speak French
These trappers are my kids
I was part of their childho-o-od
Take that, bro, this was done in one take
I am harder than the shields
Of the gladiators in Rome
Red Ferrari and two Tacomas
My .9 that I named 'Bizarrap'
I let it loose and they all end up in a coma
Did you readjust the volume and the bass
When I told you the first time?
From Puerto Rico to Argentina
This got nasty again, yeah