LYRICS GAME

Frabian, make him cry

Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR

Only to You I give the glory, Father, forgive me

For the blood that is going to run through my hands

Today I step on the Devil's head, Saint Michael flow

An enemy of mine is anyone that worships Lucifer

War scars are my testimony

The house specialty

I dedicate myself to hunting demons

Trumpets sound, I mark territory

The only chain they didn't take from you

Weighs you down, and that's the one of hate

Fire is fought with fire

The ego is eating you alive

Escape valve, you made it blow

You made Tego waste the lawyer's money

Trili, drop that fronting

You'd sink if the count came

You left Tupon and Fender run over

That's why I don't back you

David and Goliath, God backs me

With you I'm going to fight to the line

Amanda Serrano, I always go forward

Nobody's going to throw the towel

Respect is earned in the street

You know, that isn't rehearsed

That's why you hide at the Hyatt

To take pictures of yourself scared sh*tless on the beach

Baya, El Boster at The Hague

I have a tank just like you

But I really have it in Baya

For being hooked with the crew

That's why you always get scraped

Your worst enemy isn't CHIMI

Your worst enemy is Yaya

You excused yourself, I lay it on you, crazy one

Don't buy more chains, better buy a heart

You cancel the shows when you don't have your box, ay

You're a nervous wreck

Read yourself and look up the proverb

That the street of the arrogant

Always shows up when he turns proud

Only to You I give the glory, Father, forgive me

For the blood that just ran through my hands

Today I stepped on the devil's head, Saint Michael flow

So that they see that the blood of Christ has power

The devil died

Fa-farru

Carbon Fiber Music

You don't kill, you're fake, the street knows

That there's a Judas at the table that doesn't fit here

With your mouth you stumble and stick your foot in

That's why you're persona non grata here

You're salty with me

You're my fan

You don't reach my belly button

Three faces like the Migos

You never learned, my son

I don't mix with rats

On the track I do the moonwalk to you

I'm floating like Jackson

Shooter, Call of Duty style

I'm rapping in Warzone mode

Catch the signal, channel

You're 3G, you run on Verizon

And that's hitting you with pity

Like Jake Paul did to Tyson

This man is dizzy

Get him an IV and an Ensure

So that his sugar goes up

Write him something, Luar

So that he can defend himself

Man, no, darn, what a hassle

He asked Trump for a bodyguard

At least to be able to move

You're sh*tting yourself, what a beating the blackout's giving you

None of your songs

Other than 'Pepas' has blown up

You're nothing but secondhand embarrassment

They took your chains

And you grabbed another one on credit

What happened, Tito Problema?

From the realest, from the baddest bandits, look, fool

'Farru smokes, 'Farru smokes, mouth wide

You bought the tank on sale and it came in a combo

With the K-9s, the cuffs, and the screens

Look at me, how the humble one rebels

And I lay it on the trili and his soap opera falls apart

He thinks he's all gangster, acting like a thug

When you accept that you're not street, we take off the glove

You're a spoiled fool, don't be so shameless

When you wanted to come down to Baya you called, freaked out

Everybody has turned on you

Brother, you're ruined

And from passing the piece so much, you've ended up broke

Who like me switches this flow?

You don't update them like I do

We kicked you out like Roselló

Pick him up, because this one fell

If you're sh*tting yourself, take Pepto-Bismol

You don't shine even with Armor All

You're expired, your color is gone

For you to be a man you lack courage

You gotta have courage

To go one on one with me

That's how I like it, that they think they're bandits

Everyone who's tried, I've split in half

Farru!

To go one on one with me

That's how I like it, that they think they're bandits

Everyone who's tried, I've split in half

Farru, Farru!

Soldier and prophet

Don't mess with a son of God

You're not real, your mask fell off

Fool, you forgot that I'm from Bayeta

This runs in my blood, I shoot from the hip

The cowboy, I don't trade respect for money

You don't dare, you're not a warrior

Traveler, you're a huge loudmouth

The favorite artist of the movie posers

Hey, tell me, bro, let's get on it, bro

You dropped it, you have no code

What happened with you?

You're not a friend

Of anybody, only buddy of the benefit

Hypocrite, narcissist

I don't war on Insta

Get on a track

And show us, to see if you're an artist