VUDÚ (feat. Neo Pistea)

[Part I]

Hey, Tony, my dude
It's not gold on my neck that I earned
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only classy if I touch the paper
Riding his wave, shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Pistea gets me

Extra hours to raise the stakes
To open the door for the digging
Facets and turns, 360° spins
I’m throwing dead voices in the living room
I did it like Biggie
There’s so much of me that I never need a remix
Envy bleeds bile
While I read the harakiri of your iris
Covered in leather, we smoke standing up a honey mist
Floating in the game and doing it again, riding the level
Those rappers are trends
The showmatch of the invention
With forced voices and paid promo
We saw them break on the live shows

Time, give me health (Mhm)
Eyes on my voodoo
I got God stepping on the pedal
Driving around the world
Time, give me health (Cheers)
I just want health (Cheers)
I’ll handle the rest, just give me the light

Acru (Acru!), we’re participants
We choose the princes
40 minutes on the GPS
I arrive and cook this delicacy
More photos than the BTS
I smoke on the roof of the 3rd floor
I look at the city with interest
And it looks like a Pinterest background (Oh)
And before we couldn’t even make it to the end of the month
Time, give me a boost, give me health
Fame is stupid
Heaven watches over me, the hours heal me
And I see the future clearly
Singing, rapping quickly
So we lost our shyness
How much do you earn?
I’m not talking about money, I’m talking about respect
In the Dominican Republic, I’m going to Punta Cana
Because I feel like it, because I have time
I make the stop, I pay for the room
Who pays for my gray hairs? My back hurts
Years in this and my life is healthy
We’re planted and no one can cut us down
And time, give me more light
Love for me, love for the crew
We make a toast, we make health
It’s not for the bling bling, it’s for the health
And I got God stepping on the pedal
I know everything is coming to me (Hey, bitch)
Like young Lamine
Dodging wannabes, I do it

Time, give me health
Eyes on my voodoo
I got God stepping on the pedal
Driving around the world
Time, give me health (Cheers)
I just want health (Cheers)
I’ll handle the rest, just give me the light (Hey)

Hey, Acru, my dude
It’s not gold on my neck that I earned
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only classy if I touch the paper
Riding his wave, shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Acru gets me
Hey, Tony, my dude
It’s not gold on my neck that I earned (Hey-hey!)
Drip Polo Cartier, it’s only classy if I touch the paper
Riding his wave, shooting his label, another December
Figures on paper bring me the amen, Pistea me—

[Part II]

In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
No leash, with my dogs
They freestyle in the club
Half a blunt, we’re dope
Half a blunt, we’re dope
It’s not for fame or for hoes
To the top, here I go
With Tony through the West
Globetrotters, double the haze
I’m blessed by croupiers
I throw the anthem with my feet
No wonder I feel like K-Dot
The prayer hides the prize
The bar dances, I’m her Playboy
And three white flowers fall to the crew

In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro
In the gang with my bro