Mr.Gazawi

Yeah
This one's for the street hustlers
Burning pain, burning suffering
Always on the grind, stay sharp

You don’t know how I roll, with that spray can flow
Yesterday I did less than today, four engines to the sun
I can’t be dramatic, I do my math, it’s automatic
With one kilo, I make two, this bag's full of methadone

Broken and with nothing
I look to the sky, don’t know if God wants me
With the mistakes I made, to the demons and the sins
I, yeah, I move, bro, this body’s gotta burn

In the streets, I’m out here hustling
Burying this pain with cash
I pay just to smile, things I gotta live through
They put up cash for me to die

I got the arsenal to survive
They didn’t want to see me in the picture
'Cause I hit hard like Coto
My advice is like the lottery

I drink juice, toss it out the car
And when I think, everything’s blurry
Cut it up, separate the stuff
Fine Tussi for the fine, then call to buy more

You don’t know how I roll, with that spray can flow
Yesterday I did less than today, four engines to the sun
I can’t be dramatic, I do my math, it’s automatic
With one kilo, I make two, this bag's full of methadone

Broken and with nothing
Free Sufían
('Cause I hit hard like Coto)
Free El Cata

(If God wants me)
Free El Abdul
Free [?] too, free [?]
Putting [?] everyone here
The Koala