Vice City

(QMSB)
Counting, counting, counting
In the neighborhood they say I'm looking for myself
I don't like those shits talking
Why do they later say it's contraband

Real buddies changed sides
And the kids stay quiet, if daddy is talking
Passing by in a Ferrari in Figo with Obando
Leather they throw me, then they're calling
(What?)

All my life I've been blaming myself
Why do people change sides
Surely my way of being didn't please, saying that the damn problem was me
Then I realized, no one walked away

I distanced people to be calmer
Do I have to abandon everything to be happy?
Well, fuck it, I do it my way
I keep being me, money never changed me

Well, actually it did change me, and there are a couple of things that taught me
It taught me it's better to give than to use that bullshit of lending
Because then you earn enemies
And the people you love the most stop talking to you

I stopped focusing all my attention on manipulators who hate without reason
Ready for work, goodbye depression
And what about Akira, my son, having his pension
7 in the morning and I start rolling
Thinking about the people I made cry

I wish I could fix everything, but not everyone has the mentality
(Crazy, the songs you make my love, I mean
I think you still don't understand everything you're doing
But the songs you make, man, it's unbelievable)

I gave everything I had to a bitch
I'm focused on getting rich
Looking at the sun, my mind clicked
Whoever wants how much then

Suck my dick
I'm not with people, focused on me
I gave champagne, they returned mabi
I'm more messed up but happier
My feelings, devil rest in peace

I'm with a rabbit, smoking joints
Love is gone, I don't say chi anymore
Goodbye everyone, even changed my chip
My biggest mistake was saying yes

Damn, I want rum, don't want to sleep
I ate your pussy and want to repeat
Don't want to see you, to not say goodbye
I doubt you ever loved me

I wanted to kill myself, didn't want to go on
But I remembered why I came here
To be a legend, of course
And I'll come out even in obc

Real street, never pc
I grew up poor without a psp
Living like Tommy in Vice City
Looking for love where there isn't any

I'm not a kid, damn I grew up
Don't be surprised if you see me like this
Life's blows made me like this
And also drugs made me like this

Music made me want to live
And also your ass, shaking it like that
Suck it in style, damn who would've thought
That one day, I'd stick it in like that

(Yeah)
(Change)
I'm more drugged than I should be
I put brackets with what's in the account
But I don't use it to see how you burst
Seeing how I charge 50 with my teeth

I like her ass but I analyze
If when I was in trouble she loved me
Life isn't an anime, said the schizo
But I live it as God wanted

While you give yellow flowers
I give her my dick bathed in vanilla
I do it from scratch, and you have templates
You're a slave to a throne and I'm the owner of a chair

To always avoid I run away
If you copy all the themes from me
Bitch, I'm also going to copy yours
My gang and I are a family like Charles Manson

(It's bait)
Your girl looks at my dick and stays like an ibai reaction
I want to be a legend, like J Cole, not like the bitch of
You're a tiger until problems come out of the wifi