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Today I woke up with my mind tangled, ah-ah-ah
I don't know why it happens to me
But there are days when I
Feel like the persecution embraces me

And I look for them, I look for them, I look for them
And I feel like they look for me, they look for me, they look for me
And may God protect them if I find them
Because I go with mine inside

And I look for them, I look for them, I look for them
And I feel like they look for me, they look for me, they look for me
And may God protect them if I find them
Because I go with mine inside

It goes inside, huh?
What happened, bastard?
Yes
Do you think because I'm going down I sold the tools?
I have more sticks, more tickets, more power than ever, motherfucker
Prra-prra!

It's better not to arm themselves and to be alarmed
That here there are shooters with Curry flow, all with hoodie and Gallery Department
You fell asleep at the casino playing baccarat
And I put three million black ones in there like Barack

The Retro 4 Black Cat, all the full face fear of God
Twice I've gotten limber, bastard, and they haven't done anything
I find the GPs that hide me myself
And I don't even touch them, so they always know where I am hidden

Without losing the caché, I catch you in the Porsche
I burn all the jobs and I snore that I caught them
We crown them, we crumble them, we take them out in grams
Look for the GP, you know where we are, M4 in camouflage

The Moon face arrives, it's a hassle
By message you kill people, face to face is where I give voltage
In my song every day the new sticks are premiered
Your song only plays because you all play it every day

And I look for them, I look for them, I look for them
And I feel like they look for me, they look for me, they look for me
And may God protect them if I find them
Because I go with mine inside

And I look for them, I look for them, I look for them
And I feel like they look for me, they look for me, they look for me
And may God protect them if I find them
Because I go with mine inside

What worries you, I don't care
They call me Snow White because for escorts I have twelve short ones
The prince for the castles, the spider for the connections
And the museum, Mona Lisa, looking in all directions

I don't live off what they said, I live off what they will say
I'm Donald Trump warring with Iran, yeah
Drums and magazines, I have more tits than Hooters
The 30, the scooters, the long one and the card for all my shooters

I'm loose, daddy, I'm loose
I sew them through the airport, dead enemies and I'm resolved
You indicate, father, indicate the Off-White
The 45 hooked from the high school uniform

47 from seventeen to hit the kiosks
At twenty my mother told me: José, I don't recognize you anymore
They say they are looking for you, that you move if you can
What they don't know is that I'm the one looking for them

Today I woke up with my mind tangled, ah-ah-ah
I don't know why it happens to me
But there are days when I
Feel like the persecution embraces me

And I look for them, I look for them, I look for them
And I feel like they look for me, they look for me, they look for me
And may God protect them if I find them
Because I go with mine inside

And they look for me, thank God they haven't seen me
The mixed calibers, you face the apocalypse
The mixed calibers and the carousel drums
It's not the same to shoot me, you know I'll respond

I have them and I use them, the Russian 308
I call it the abuse, the one that makes the divers float
I call it La Retro 1 Panda because when it commands
You go with all those who walk, that's when the problem grows

My sticks Dolce and Gabbana, the combs are banana
The lasers like the Pacers, blue and this is not Indiana
I always wear a Rolex President on the left
And on the right the long one to give you twenty-one like Clemente

I'm on switch, baby, I'm on switch like Russia
I do what the bug tells me, my name never gets dirty
I do what the bug tells me, the Rs, the 47s
Power on the street and for all the legal ones, the cabinet

Yeah
What happened? What are you going to say now, bastard?
Get tough with me so you see, baby
You know who the powerful ones are
100x35 and the V
The Princi
Tell me, Torni
Tell me, Byron
Oby
Rottweilas Inc, motherfuckers
Tell me, Beatllio
Brr!
You know I quickly start to see monsters