God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke from Mary Jane made me forget the things
I tried to lo-o-ove, it turned ba-a-ad
The money drove me, I started to hu-u-ustle
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it
I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you
F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it
I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you
F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t
I never excluded people, people left on their own
I know who was always there, several of them died on me
I notice the progress, tomorrow I'll be a genius
A madman that has a dream, life gave us little
And though I've lived a lot, I saw shell cases
I saw clean money, dirty money
I've got cunning, I got out the ghetto
But I never sold you a speech
I do Trap, Trap-Rap, Pop, Pop Funk, and in none do I displease you
I apologize, I saw the abyss and I'm not scared anymore
I'm no longer the same as before
I focused my mind, to be a singer
The one that didn't want to be part turned away
I know that my worth went to plenty
I don't empathize with their reality
F*ck the world and its humanity
My soul didn't let me change
I ran away, my soul was tired
I have no future, my vo-o-o-oice has it
I gave thanks in the bad times and I progressed with nothing, I don't know about you
F*ck that, I saw lies on their face and weird sh*t
God, give me your miraculous hand
The smoke from Mary Jane made me forget the things
I tried to lo-o-ove, it turned ba-a-ad
The money drove me, I started to hu-u-ustle