El Ferrari de Enzo (feat. Lowlight)

LOWLIGHT
Eh

I got it wrapped in the Benz's back seat
I just beat 'em
Look to the right, Enzo's Ferrari
I always convince, eh
I don't even think about it
I see them so tense, I see them so slow
Tuned up project, I stick with this
I always invite, I leave them the leftovers, eh
I don't even want it, but money comes in
I give it to my mom for the January bills
To fill the pot, to get out of those zeros, eh
If I kill for it, I really mean it
We pass it like cinnamon, I hit it with the stamp
At the door, it's a stamp like a ye-, yaoh
They don't have the guts, they were raised too good
Haven't swept all the workers, I bring new tricks
Tell me why I don't try and in the end I dare, oh
My grandpa told me: "I'll wait for you in heaven"
I have no comfort from all that they did to me
Get revenge without fear, blood on the ground, ouh

My people are Moors (my hood)
Also gypsies (my G)
From behind the wall (Melilla)
From the low neighborhoods (orea)
My people were good (goodfella')
In bad times (papela)
We felt fear
Running to the

My people are Moors (my hood)
Also gypsies (my G)
From behind the wall (Melilla)
From the low neighborhoods (orea)
My people were good (goodfella')
In bad times (papela)
We felt fear
Running from the payos

A lot of sons of bitches don’t know the rules
I gotta teach 'em, they gotta learn my rules
I wanna see those hands with palms open
MC, wake up
I'm gonna give it turbo like an M5
In the middle of downtown, it's past five
With the full moon, after the bingo
I always stand out
You give me a beat and I go in
The street gave me respect
I got out of many jams
I don’t stop, always pushing it
What's up, papi? How's it going?
How's your wife?
They got my kid cuffed up
They caught him with the weight, stash it at your place
It'll be a week while I see what happens
I'm paranoid, I'm eating healthy
I feel them coming in through the terrace
NASA can see me
Thanks a lot, papi, now I owe you one
I've seen myself in the grave, I've seen myself fasting
We're family now like it's Sicily
Here’s a brother when you need help

My people are Moors (my hood)
Also gypsies (my G)
From behind the wall (Melilla)
From the low neighborhoods (orea)
My people were good (goodfella')
In bad times (papela)
We felt fear
Running to the

My people are Moors (my hood)
Also gypsies (my G)
From behind the wall (Melilla)
From the low neighborhoods (orea)
My people were good (goodfella')
In bad times (papela)
We felt fear
Running from the payos

Running from the payos
Uoh
Running from the payos