Rimas (feat. Steve Lean)

You love to talk too much, man
I was sixteen making moves in the attic
Let them talk about me, I swear it’s getting typical
Let someone talk about you if you’ve just been a myth, loser

You’re trying to record songs with another rapper
Who likes the girls, but if they’re just—
Underage kids out on the street, feeling the heat
You just talk nonsense 'cause you’re a little rat

You don’t represent anyone and no one in the crew matters (no one)
If I’m dressed in black, I’ll spit on your grave
And I’ll tell you: that’s what you get for running your mouth (damn)
Life’s too short, better watch your back

RS que3 or RC6
The thunder on the track, do you hear it? Can’t you see? (brr)
Some are bothered 'cause I cracked their codes (prr)
180 on the highway, fuck the law (paw)

I’m classic like a Cadillac
But I got the engine that’s got the M pack inside
I’m a bit paranoid in case I get caught
But I always got a thousand on my waist
To cover my back, so they never get my back

'Cause I push forward, I’m not one of those rappers
I see myself as a hustler
I take off your mask 'cause you’ve been a phony
I point at your face and ask: weren’t you a gangster?

I’m not afraid of death
Sorry to my mom
And I don’t depend on luck
Just on the one who watches over me

You say you’re bad
Then don’t show mercy
'Cause my crew’s a little crazy
And they never forgive

Yeah, young promise, I’m sounding like Haaland
The So— wants to sign me, they really want me
The competition’s weak, they can’t compare
I’m in the Champions without wearing fancy clothes

And I’m not iconic
And you want to be like me
Then you’ve got a bit of a logical problem
And it’s clear that everyone prefers me
When we’re all face to face, you turn into a mannequin

You love to talk too much, man
I was sixteen making moves in the attic
Let them talk about me, I swear it’s getting typical
Let someone talk about you if you’ve just been a myth, loser

You’re trying to record songs with another rapper
Who likes the girls, but if they’re just—
Underage kids out on the street, feeling the heat
And you just talk nonsense 'cause you’re a little rat

Hey, free Sufián
Hey, free Mustafa
Hey, and El Fat
And El Fat
Yeah, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew