Fajos

Hey, hey, hey

I just want the stacks, stacks of colors
We come from the bottom, looking for millions
You're not from the bottom, you're from the rich ones
We are poor, but with balls

I always work a lot
The police chase after motorcycles
If you come with me, you won't run here
Don't start the movie here

Before you die, 'Faty' will take you down
Before we take off your clothes and leave you thrown in a mountain
And if they investigate, you hide, you hide
Damn dude, how many, how many have been the ones who had trusted
From the beginning you hadn't been there, too much shit you had talked
Shut up when I'm singing, you have to always respect the ranks
From the street, yes, representing, my neighborhood sounding everywhere

And I pass, pass, pass on the rookies who throw all the time
I pass, pass, pass on everything that leads me to setbacks
I pass, pass, pass on the envious who shake my hand
I pass, pass, pass, always calm with my crew

I don't know why it hurts so much if everyone walks by your side
Always thinking about my mother and focused on myself all the time
I don't like being asked for photos, deep down I'm already tired
A kiss to those who have supported me since I released Pablo's first song

Silver or lead, you know who we are
I take your kilos and always reign
We make the round under the clock
I'm the toughest of all these pigeons

Playing in your house without paying for promo
I shine in the club like a spotlight
Soon I'll take over the throne
Soon I'll take over the throne

Fifteen years old and dancing at Shôko
It wasn't money, black boss has a rank of three thousand
Play that one with 19 years old
You can't reach that and you're freaking out

I don't get tired and if we have to get four
We get down with four hooded
In a 4x4 and a quick assault
We give it to you and flee

Fifteen years old and dancing at Shôko
It wasn't money, black boss has a rank of three thousand
Play that one with 19 years old
You can't reach that and you're freaking out and—

I don't get tired and if we have to get four
We get down with four hooded
In a 4x4 and a quick assault
We give it to you and flee

I just want the stacks, stacks of colors, yeah
We come from the bottom, looking for the millions
You're not from the bottom, you're from the rich ones, yeah
We are poor, but with balls

I always work a lot
The police chase after motorcycles
If they come, you won't run with me
Don't start the movie here

I always work a lot
The police chase after motorcycles
Don't start the movie here
Before the Moor goes and takes you down
Tell me, dude
Tell me, tell me, dude