TOTAL 90 (feat. Foyone y FernandoCosta)

I'm walking through the neighborhood like Zé Pequeño, a Brazilian demon
Hashish from Morocco, designer drugs
What I write is gold, but I don't pawn it
I'm the nightmare that keeps you awake

Lowkey, I'm an all-star, not a rookie
We're in the hood, not in Call of Duty
I distribute the game, Francesco Totti
I pass with a backheel, I'm slick like Guti

Hey you, the goodfellas have arrived
I want to be your dog so you can be my Cruella
I'm playing in the street until my feet hurt
I feel like Neymar in the favela

Total 90, things are heating up
I buy it at 30 and sell it at 60
Buy, sell, the math doesn't add up
Kids become men almost without realizing

Stop whining, give me my share
I need a legal business, like Walter
Welter, an original Werther, sweet
Xerxes, we're not 300, it's just me and three

Cucci, brainless and acting Gucci
Remember, we're not playing Tenkaichi
I go all in for the top scorer
If there's no discipline, it's not worth it, got it?

Stupid d*ck, we don't wear jewelry, we make it
We don't throw shade, we laugh
When you replace me, we'll talk
I don't know who's listening to you, you're not good, why so jealous?

Mommy, I'm not doing this for the Grammy
If I leave with my pen to Bali
Dan followed the white rabbit
I just want to put that politician on the mat

For the fathers, for the kids in the parks, projects
In the cold hallways, in cardboard and hungry
Among rotten rats, hidden in trucks
The balls shrunk, there's been a betrayal, a lie
Someone rotten who throws at me and I laugh
They're looking for him in the neighborhood, then they'll drain the river

We're in the news
Mine is more, mine is real, rough value
People painting me in the Avenue
This is New York, not W
In Spain, I grew up with Double V

I've worn out the Reeboks, you know that
The blue reflection is coming, the neighborhood has been illuminated

The water has been sung, they're putting on Shakur, boom
Locked in the room
You're dumb if you chirp Scud, we never talk about the fight club
My first video was rap & Blues
When I was giving away tuna empanadas, twin show

24/7 without rest
Rap without us is like Pablo without COSO
Two sticky fingers, my tag in the cell, bro
We're still in the crime scene, huh

I have ministers on the street selling puree
I know it goes down smooth and you can even sleep and eat
I also have them in the neighborhood with nothing to do
Looking in the trash for something to eat

The dead from the prosecutor and the dead from the judge
They locked up my brother for I don't even know what
Total 90 playing in the street, not on the radio
It used to be drugs, now there are songs for sale

I can't forget everything I lived through
And even though I have money now, my mentality
Still remains in the ghetto, I can't change that
If tomorrow I'm broke, I'll steal again