MERCA-STP CREW

Sincere rapper my merchandise is sold in the ghetto
Don't play with fire demon for money the street
Gets tired, the ghetto protects

Sincere rapper my merchandise is sold in the ghetto don't
Play with fire

Sound of criminals crime bandit killer instrumental

Demon for money the street gets tired the ghetto protects
The drug is paid, it stops it slows down, if it adds it subtracts my gang celebrates chains and bitches

Money experience money arrives inhaling the merchandise dreaming the rega
His moan doesn't weigh we contribute recipes I don't get it
Carrying his shit

We are lethal based animals street roar

Up my dogs

Powerful sound we come out head-on straight to your mind we have it head-on

The mafia the house we carry threats we seek the gaza we fill the square
Moves the deals, the hanger, the glasses, the high-end pills
I don't get it scares the dinner his flow doesn't weigh on me

Colombia the scene

Crew in the game they want to see me underground

They stay silent, envy kills them they see us progressing
Leaving the neighborhood counting bills love for the bundles my
Crew up high

Wait rat we're flying

Doing what I want looking to crown
The almost love, the love to my son not the fine sounding different
In this I don't want anymore we were born to succeed

The flame ignites in every tune collecting the fault
It feels heavy

Doing what I want looking to crown
The almost love, love to my son not the fine sounding different

In this I don't want anymore we were born to succeed
The flame ignites in every tune collecting the fault it feels heavy