Rock

Hard training, haha
This is not music, it's a drug, huh
Nothing to do with you, I'

Now is our moment, tired of wandering among laments
Determined bandits to break the movement
My style is simplicity, my style is feeling
My style is going for everything or dying in the attempt
I live it, I don't invent it, drugged not happy
It hurts them that another type of experiment spits on you
They can't decipher all the shit I have inside
Illustrated troublemakers raised in the same wind
I'm sorry, but I'm not going to die on my knees
My phrases complicated, my life simple
Drug on the visor, drug in the sneaker
Drug for all my niggas who are in the sewer
For real, they talk a lot but they don't feel it
Because it's easy to talk about someone when they're absent
I don't ask for anything, just the love of my people
Because I see their gaze and I know very well when they lie
You ready? I wanna, I wanna money for my cats
Oh, I live for them and I kill for them
Oh, looking for money? Then close the deal
Oh, looking for drugs? It's served on a plate

Ha, the neighborhood is right, there's no arguing with it
The kids are interrogated, but they're on mute
I always ask my mom not to worry
That I want to handle the fair so she can enjoy
You always have to go out and look for it, it never comes alone (ha, yes)
Used to speeding up, don't ask me to slow down (ha)
I'm hard to impress, I know what's good for me
My crew tells the truth, your bitch holds it (yeah)
Why tell the fucking shit we all know (yeah, ha)
If the one who doesn't throw, when he writes, he chases himself (ha; alone)
Troublemakers are a separate case, son, don't be so silly (ha)
That so much envy is bad for the mind and the fool (yes)
I'm smoking a good one listening to my songs (ha)
Doing accounts for tomorrow not to have problems (ha)
I'm going to keep playing if my luck is good
I want to keep my word, not my sentence (no)
There's a lot of shit, man, and respect comes first (ha)
If you earn it, then the money comes (yes, yes)
But you never achieve everything at once, buddy (no)
Unless you're born a millionaire and a bandit
I'm not fake, son, your mom knows it (no)
Because being fake where I live, dude, is serious (yeah)
I do it for the bitches and I do it for my friends (oh)
I know they enjoy me spitting so many truths, yes

Neighborhood boys who sing to nothing (no)
Even if they ask or interrogate, we're not going to talk (talk-ah)
We're tired of suffering in the morning (ah-ah-ah)
Riding street, riding street (aah-ah)

Neighborhood boys who sing to nothing (who sing to nothing)
Even if they ask or interrogate, we're not going to talk (talk)
We're tired of suffering in the morning (suffer in the morning)
Riding street, riding street

Neighborhood boys who sing to nothing (nah-nah-nah)
Even if they ask or interrogate, we're not going to talk (talk-ah)
We're tired of suffering in the morning (nah-ah-ah)
Riding street, riding street

Neighborhood boys who sing to nothing (who sing to nothing)
Even if they ask or interrogate, we're not going to talk (no-no-nooo)
We're tired of suffering in the morning (yeah-eeh)
Riding street, riding street