ROMARIO

Chakales without gold with your white polo
Controlling the globe with the phone online, bro
Prowling around the poles of the globe
Fierce wolves, sour monsters of calm thefts
The Monoblock trembling under the shock of the saint
The joggineta is the point of today in monkeys in my neighborhood
Sport shining, ranting about the change
I go into shock and go for everything, Romario mode
Are there scenarios without my logo? Only scenarios

There are no adversaries, I am alone, chrome of tapio
It's not news, bro, fire on the lip and
Duel in the cardio, chain of a tone, autumn of change
I leave my name like Tory Lanez
I will die for my law of joviality or with resentments cut Kobe eh
Only shit! Covered in skin under the joint with honey
Being the heir of the 10 in the prize The Best
The years know, reward with keys
Cognac with label, dreaming of rocking, partying ships
Throwing knowledge, signing lares, if rap knows it
The day of my burial there are flowers with Jagger

May the script forgive me for what didn't happen
I am that push of the I that God granted me in THE GIFT
Serious writer in this language
Violates connection in hours of being a prize or curse in the nerve of the GOAT
I touch truths when I explore, I cry omens
I hack principles when I innovate, I gain prestige
I bring principles of immortality in the cycle of change
I was born to burst stadiums tattooing the centuries
I float in the soul, dropping my codes
I climbed the step, Stallone's film
The drip is Lacoste, the VIP of the room
Surf my unpredictable vapor

Shit! Babe today you undress the Ace
Chill relax, the swing machine anti-systems
Infernal tactics without end in grammar
Literal, she asked to spit and I'm a Nas hit
Restless years of stadiums and texts
Of various attempts, mix and drinks and invention
Fishing smiling, between calluses and nerves
Synergistic failures, bohemian Fangio, now bathes in my lips the miracle of time

10 years in slow motion
Faith entering towards the storm
Between the psalm and paying the bill
I smile, today I feel cold if the medal hangs

One, two, yoh
Shit!
D.O.N
Look!

They are years of giving and giving and being at a thousand
Making rap the lifestyle that brings a bricklayer
There is ayni in the vibrational Insignia Loyalty
That's why honors are medals when there is no deal
With gray screens they disguise when they speak
Among mannequins of stripes they silence the one who says yes
The hostile wall acts as a fence in the end
Think about it, there are rats of jewels and flaws in the matrix
Under the norfeta, I carry the shotgun
Tattoos on skins of honeys with nectar
Faithful connect like train rails with letters

Between consciences and hostages time sustains the poet
Love for the Movement that saw me born
The works answer themselves, waves seeing each other
In this glazed plane it was that I sampled the rain
Turning the drop into time in the tremor, but this script gives faith
Thanks my black Vee for not leaving me alone
For believing and seeing the end and in this shit that we are
That of sculpting CDs, seducing the how
Today the A and the V are the same logo

10 years in slow motion
Faith entering towards the storm
Between the psalm and paying the bill
I smile, today I feel cold if the medal hangs