Me Arrumei

Lost Pyramid
Block 7
Tramp, speak

I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes
I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes

Having style is not about having money
No matter what, we always find a way
Everything my way, always my way
And if you stand in front of me you will be the first
Rich family was never mine
I knew from an early age to do what I want
I do my thing, I get very rich
A little richer and secure your life

Clean sneakers, rare clothes
It's not a question of being branded
It's not a matter of her being expensive
What matters is having style
If you pay a silver

If you can pay the price
Fuck that ain't free
Fuck it we always find a way
I wear Jorge's clothes and weapons
I wear Jorge's clothes and weapons
I wear Jorge's clothes and weapons
It's not armor that makes me strong

I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes
I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes

You're beautiful, but don't step again “oh my new sneakers”
The repressed ask: BK', is this all really gold?
How much is there, where do you sell this shine, this is a bad eye?
She don't want my birth chart, girl that's a treasure map
And hair on the ruler
The troop in the gown
She's all happy to see BK'

This party sucks, it already is or it already was
We're leaving just the two of us, just the two of us
Want Dolce, ask
Versace, mech
I'm dying to see these marks on the curves of your body
The climate heats up, you get a fever
You know how those curves of your body impress me
She said she wasn't here because of the fame
I said I wasn't just here because of the bed
Or seila, who never had tea

Let's shoot the first one, let's go to the third with the second one
And in the daytime returning home
Madame with the fake Vuitton bag
Crown looks at me from top to bottom
Can't stand me opening my own car
Auntie, I spent (censorship) on underwear!
I spent (censorship) on the cord
Racist with just fake clothes
Damn auntie, catch the fucking vision

I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes
I got ready, I got ready, I got my life together
I got rid of, I got rid of, I got rid of debt
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready in stripes
I got ready, I got ready, I got ready with rhymes

I don't own guns, but I own rhymes
It hits you and shakes you, but projectile is not a word
Anyone who has a gift knows how to use it
Better than an Uzi shot
I use and abuse her
Better than a bullet

There are some expensive sneakers
Some cheap jewelry
A mine worth gold
But clothes worth silver
Wonderful city
It's hard to stay bored
Where the view from the hill

It's better than the buildings
Sneakers are worth even a car
My eyes pop out of my face
There are beats that are worth gold
Others worth oil
Others worth oil
There are beats that are worth gold
Others worth oil
Others worth oil
Others worth oil

Lost Pyramid
BK', CH, El life
Come what has
Others worth oil
I have Jorge's clothes and weapons
It's not armor that makes me strong
Faith faith