GHETTO

Like a businessman with my Ecko cap
Opening packages and going down to Morocco
I keep whitening and tying up loose ends
Now it's really going to rain, man

They say they mop and come from the ghetto
That they don't suck and they give me the full package
They talk about bills, only see the ones from the subway
Now I really don't know, man

I only stay with their poison
It was going to be a goal but hit the crossbar
They took me for the bad but I turned good
Those sons of bitches can't, but I can

Tell them

That by my balls, as a brownie
There's no place for me in that fucking henhouse
High and counting farts
Always talking bad but they'll miss me

Tell them

That by a hair, I breathe at least
I didn't go to Iraq armed but I was a warrior
From the street looking for money
Fine-tuning my life like a cello

Still awake and drunk at eight in the morning
The devil talks to me daily and calls me baby
I added a bit of M to my JB drink
I don't know how to make myself happy once and for all

Like a businessman with my Ecko cap
Opening packages and going down to Morocco
I keep whitening and tying up loose ends
Now it's really going to rain, man

They say they mop and come from the ghetto
That they don't suck and they give me the full package
They talk about bills, only see the ones from the subway

I saw myself inside Freire
Just for December
Even if I die early
Look, this is forever

For you, when I reign
It wasn't easy, baby
My bros were making beats
But not as beatmakers

And looking for my Rachel
Burning the oil
I was drowned
And now look, higher than Teide

They want to screw me over
Tell them to shave
Trust that if you pass it to me
I'll score with the instep

And now what? Tell me what?

Still awake and drunk at eight in the morning
The devil talks to me daily and calls me baby
I added a bit of M to my JB drink
I don't know how to make myself happy once and for all

Like a businessman with my Ecko cap
Opening packages and going down to Morocco
I keep whitening and tying up loose ends
Now it's really going to rain, man

They say they mop and come from the ghetto
That they don't suck and they give me the full package
They talk about bills, only see the ones from the subway
Now I really don't know, man