LYRICS GAME

Marracash Club Dogo thank God we're still here for better or worse, bro

And it's not enough you like us, no, you gotta respect us, bro, I made it my own way

If you hear Dogo Gang even more popular, bro, hey

I've never been a calm one

Never drank from a glass half full

If mine was, it was full of poison

People didn't like my face

Bro, I've had a huge talent in life for self-destruction

It's the mud that rises from the roots

Friends' faces, the hits to my nostrils

It's making a pen stronger than a gun

It's the anxiety of knowing and not knowing, going to school

It's another language, mine; I neither justify nor preach good

It's in the street and flows hard in the stream of my veins

Bro, it's not because I wrote it that this music is great

It's because it's the truth, full of sh*t and blood

I'll leave this world like a bomb

Because life is short from p*ssy to the grave

They're just words

But inside there's my whole life, stay quiet, they speak for themselves

Thank God I made it too

I grabbed it with my fists but now this place is mine

With short breath, crooked nose, marks on my body

But it's better like this, better than dead

Thank God I made it too

They thought I was f*cked, instead I've got their spot, bro

Read on the face of the one I took it from the marks on the body

But it's better like this, better than dead

Hey

This is the big story of how my life changed

Flipped, upside down, however it ended

I come from so low I couldn't even see the top

I was so crazy I didn't even care about life

Then I had dirty dreams and I dirtied the bed

The kind where you wake up and you're not the same anymore

I hated myself

Being special and being cursed often coincide

Whatever you do in the hood, I've already done it

And if God wills, Marra is done doing it

Now Marracash is an artist

Bro, I can say it with this calm

And now that I'm out of the block

The block stayed inside me

It left a block inside

It's my life, it's your entertainment

Porn hip hop is my moment

You go buy popcorn, bro

Thank God I made it too

I grabbed it with my fists but now this place is mine

With short breath, crooked nose, marks on my body

But it's better like this, better than dead

Thank God I made it too

They thought I was f*cked, instead I've got their spot, bro

Read on the face of the one I took it from the marks on the body

But it's better like this, better than dead

My handwriting's not enough

To feed a child after seeing your ultrasound

But even if I kinda made it

I can't erase the tattoos, the trips I have in my skull

The ruined face

I'd never have survived being a gangster

I'd never have survived a call center

And I'd dream like my bros of escape to South America

With those who can't make it at month's end and don't deserve it

I don't pretend to be what I'm not

If I talk about things that bother you it's because they exist

The magnet to the ugly life

But proud of this music even if tomorrow it's over

Account in the red, overdose

You tried to make me love women

And not treat them like wh*res

You're the moon, you can't stay next to the sun

I'm a thorn but you know it can't hurt a flower

Thank God I made it too

I grabbed it with my fists but now this place is mine

With short breath, crooked nose, marks on my body

But it's better like this, better than dead

Thank God I made it too

They thought I was f*cked, instead I've got their spot, bro

Read on the face of the one I took it from the marks on the body

But it's better like this, better than dead