The f*ckin' güero and the Santa just showed up
Look at what we turned into
My cousins move the kilos
We struggled and suffered
Nothing changes me, I'm still the same
I'm always going to do what I can
We send it to every store
They say they are, but they're not, they're not street
Spark two, I'm the one that puts on a dance for them
If I end up in prison, I entrust my mom to you
It was never my intention to shoot the metal
These joints I smoke make me see in frames
I'm living in the future, okay, my life is Futurama
I always watch what's mine, owner of my master
I write so much that they call me 'long hands' Wembanyama
I'm billing double what you are while lying down
They value my art without knowing what it has cost
They ask if I have clones since they see me everywhere
Like Adesanya I shoot arrows when I knock them out
They say they are, but they're not, they're not street
We light two, everything bangs, nobody stops us
If I leave tomorrow, everything goes to my mother
Signing in the sky with my initials
I'm in anti-two-face mode, f*ck Geminis
That ego is going to crash them like Lady Di
Give me the ball, I set up the play, Kevin De Bruyne
I like popstar but punk, Avril Lavigne
And even if f*ckin' time goes by, the mission never changes
There's always going to be a brother that deserves a mansion
My mom asking when I'm on vacation
The family has expenses and I like paying them myself
Crazy, in the booth counting money
My bank account has lots of zeros
I go wherever I want, I always do what I want
Give my mom a hug if one day I die
Come on, nobody can kill us now
None of them reach me, there's nobody that compares
The Santa with Duki, I'm having a great time
I got used to the f*ckin' dogs barking
They say they are, but they're not, they're not street
Spark two, I'm the one that puts on a dance for them
If I end up in prison, I entrust my mom to you
It was never my intention to shoot the metal
F8, a tributo to cruise around
Pharrell Williams, the collection
We're full Louis Vuitton
From north to south, I'm full on
If they touch what's mine I turn into a pitbull
Sirens are seen, the hood is dangerous
I'm the one that f*cks them up
May God bless my enemies
Breaking the big leagues
The crew with their hand up should follow me
Many feelings, I talk them over with the wind
Lots of music so the crib goes off
With the Santa and with the Duko I blow the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better
Many feelings, I talk them over with the wind
Lots of music so the crib goes off
With the Santa and with the Duko I blow the speakers
And I always smoke weed to think better
They say they are, but they're not, they're not street
We light two, everything bangs, nobody stops us
If I end up in prison, I entrust my mom to you
It was never my intention to shoot the metal
With the Santa and with the Duko