LEARN LYRICS

I have to be careful, outside it is full of infamous

But I know how to look at my shoulders

I lost friends on the way, I have too many eyes on me

Cursed life as a singer

That slut doesn't love you, just wants your money

Realize my dreams costs ten million

Everyone loves you when you are poor

But then they forget when you do the money

This life is a whore and I fucked me

But the price was dear

I don't hold up the weight of 'I'm stage

I climb two hundred and twenty and do not crash me

Automatic SRT Truck, no change

I feel Van Basten, Holland smoke in Milan

I threw money to the wind, I lied to these bitch

Because Bitch Costan Money and my time

Street guys lose their heads behind a slut

They live all their lives waiting for something to change

Young people study on the street, they learn nothing at school

Trauma that remain sticked on the skin, between ', glue

Sparami, spara me again, but, no, don't miss the aim

The brothers were not true, only attached to a figure

My nikes are new, look at the swoosh how much shines shines

This Baddie is not Basic, it's like Riri, Fashion Killa

I'm smoking in the room, mo is a hood

Together with a Russian, but it is not an Ak

Bitch Mulatta, so we call it 'Flaca'

Black weapon, then we call it 'Blaka'

Yasin from Sweden, I listened to 'Stäcka'

I sloped the millions from a road

Ravioli smoke, Giovanni Rana

Canada Goose, cold as in Canada

I am a leader, you are a cheerleader

Like a shark I move inside the business

He sits alongside, Passenger Princess

In the block you make fineness by eating chicken

Finish starting from a kitchen

Moolah since I'm Children

I was in the neighborhood while you were in Disneyland