Close your eyes well and just make a wish

Chorus 1

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Verse 1

What's the use of follow-up, then you feel lonelyw

They walk with a lot of chorus but alone shout their run

That you were served the pole and that golden cordon

It doesn't matter the accessories with that mongol face na

With this Creole style have breakfast with pearls and dine rice with chicken

The last red skin in this jungle that's my nickname

Everyone doesn't like me, but they still swell their elbows

They want to copy the style, I only see fake rappers and also rastas4like

I'd better stay home with my jeva so fine

Listening to good plays and smoking my bonsai

Raping for my neas, there's heat in the fridge

To me what lifts me are grass rolando rollers

Watching the countries as on a catwalk

They leave me lighting and in the eternal spring they are

Verse 2

I'm not a Mr. Meeseek, I'm not here to fix your life

I don't come for clubs, no food, no drink

I'm rude to go in without permission

Stuck thinking green papers and other stews

I'm not for money, nor respect

I'm by ego like a johnny sins

I come to see his gestures, the neighborhood I left it in my old texts

I'd rather become a Christian than talk about joint and ghetto bro again

We used to call them wannabes

Are you a street today, Mommy's son? And you just change the profile?

To live it late is also to live

But at least respect the intelligence of your audience my nigga-gano because I'm given to compete

We don't invest our time to see that ritmito can beat

Fuck rappers of capitalinstagram and illiterate of the country

Tales pa not sleeping in Medellin

My shit

Verse 3

Hey, those guys are looking for success in a volume

But they've got shit in the lunchbox, baby

You fuck the rapper with the most promoooo

And I do the same thing differently

Boy yours are themes or plastichistes

Mine are public calamities

You get snot or they're pieces of brain

Mine's not semen, it's cosmic dust

For my flattery it's clapping with my throat

Respect is not synonymous with desire

Those in my city go up the chicken leg

For fame they peel your ass like antanas

That one I love you you can erase, I wrote it in pencil

Keep quiet and look straight when the capi speaks

If you see the devil, tell him I'm looking for a job

I listen to diomedes you don't always have to be bizarre and

Outro

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