Zaramay (BZRP Music Sessions #31)

(Rra)
Yeh
(The boss of the underworld)
Zaramay, baby (you heard)

I'm going to Nike to buy clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she's in the passenger seat
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami
And let's exchange the kilos for the Grammys

I'm going to Nike to buy clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she's in the passenger seat
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami
And let's exchange the kilos for the Grammys

I rest easy, that's why I'm snoring
Don't go too far, then someone else is touching her
How can she live if I'm killing the league
The bad ones are leaving and the good ones are coming

I got motivated watching the blacks, living luxuriously
Quietly I found a path and with noise I came out of the well
And it's really tough to get up and be successful
I don't think it's so good to rest being envious

They thought I was going to end up addicted
Inside a convict or be killed in some conflict
But no one should be judged, so save the verdict
I retire a millionaire, like Floyd, I leave undefeated

I'm going to take these rappers to the amusement park
I don't feed off your fame, so don't mention me
The pioneers in your Pioneers and in the movie giving scripts
I hit it big during quarantine and the planes got delayed

Zaramay changes the flow, but I change women
Chains, rings, and the manager in Mercedes
That's why there's a big difference between us and you
This is street money, not from daddy or social media

I don't believe in spirits, because I never saw any
I'm a believer in ghosts, I know more than one
If they ate from my hand and came like doves
Who hated me today loves me, the Spaniard fighting in Rome

You don't live off trap, you made trap for the sound
I didn't have to copy the school of the United States
Or tell you the sequences we've lived on the street
The glass is full, but it's lacking in content, baby

I'm going to Nike to buy clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she's in the passenger seat
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami
And let's exchange the kilos for the Grammys

I'm going to Nike to buy clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she's in the passenger seat
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami
And let's exchange the kilos for the Grammys

They send me private messages about my lyrics, they're a delight
And rappers don't have enough to open a franchise
With Biza, we leave Western and Galicia without money
Buddy, leave the forensic experts alone, let them do their investigations

My milk for all those bastards, Oreo cream
In San Martín is Zara and in Brooklyn Notorious
I'm smoking with Dexter inside the lab
I have more ink than all the servants and demons

The chain doesn't make the rapper, you're wrong
Look, even the fish ended up being golden
Black, having fame doesn't mean being respected
If I leave someone stuck here at 5, it's a kidnapped chicken

They say Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss
And the snitches go after your woman when you're in jail
If I'm not with the Glock, I'm with the Smith and Wesson
If I don't smell like Rabanne, I smell like freshly printed dollars, baby

Tomorrow they'll kill me, I'm another face on the wall
If they want to cut me for being the purest rapper
To be more precise, before a mattress on the floor
And now I get off the bed, with a solid gold ingot

With gloves and balaclavas, you can't see the tattoos
Your favorite rapper is our hostage
In my bed, I leave the panties, and on the floor, her bra
Barbie came with a gangster and left Ken behind

What good did it do to guide you down the alley?
If the spoon is still there and mom sleeps in a drawer, bastard
The toughest of the Argentines
They switched the stones from my path to the Cuban

(Flawless victory)
(Bizarrap)
(Fatality)

All I have in this world is my balls and my word
And I don't break them for no one
You understand?