Hunnids (feat. Chen)

Yeah, yeah

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I take the crows out of my eyes because I was raised with hawks, yeah
I don't miss pretty faces with these hunnids faces
It doesn't surprise me who I am now
I just seek to fill my pocket not my heart
I put feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock, yeah

I'm not after skirts, I'm after the folds
I don't turn or join any side
I was with mine in the pot
And I'm still with them today with plenty to spare
And anything, I don't command, I command them

I don't bear the babies
I give them everything except the chest
I've done things I don't talk about, but I always speak with actions
I light up a crystal clear one and discard the bad (no, oh-oh)
If this to these bastards, I already have the pack as the ceiling (ah-ah-ah)

And for you to be abused for being good or for them to stay because you're bad
Those old man's advice were worth more than gifts
They taught me to give the elbow to all those pests who come to ask as if you owe them a hand

In the ones I needed, I didn't need anything from you all
I've known how to give myself without a way out and not stop the trains
For apples that didn't have worms were snakes
And they steal from my circle and I open up less with people

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I take the crows out of my eyes because I was raised with hawks, yeah
I don't miss pretty faces with these hunnids faces
It doesn't surprise me who I am now
I just seek to fill my pocket not my heart
I put feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock (Baby)

Hahaha, daddy this costs, yeah
It's neither given nor lent (tell me)
People who used to eat at my house are now set up for me
It's tough, right, but that's life (normal)
Not even knowing how to add up you can know who's counting on you
I live all day in the note, but I'm not asleep
This is real with the real, I've identified mine (I know who they are)

I know who's sincere, but nevertheless
I also know who's there just to get something out of me
Of what I receive from you, I give you more or the same
I can't pretend to be anyone else, it is what it is, it's who I am
The humble one, baby, the hundred, fifty, twenty packs
Dad, I've been behind that's why I'm still the same up front

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I take the crows out of my eyes because I was raised with hawks, yeah
I don't miss pretty faces with these hunnids faces
It doesn't surprise me who I am now
I just seek to fill my pocket not my heart
I put feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock (baby)

El Mynor, Millo Gang
Millogángster
[?], Son of a bitch
Tell me, Chen

The king of flows and deliveries
The humble one (Ha)
Mera, tell me, Gaby Music
Chris Jedi, The Martians, The Family
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