Practice (feat. Hoke)

I mean, listen
We talkin' 'bout practice
Not, not, not the game that I go out there and die for
And play every game like it's my last
We talkin' bout practice, man
What are we talkin' about, practice?

We're not even talking 'bout the game, the actual game
Yeah, yeah, nah, really?
We talkin' bout practice, man
Really? Nah, yeah, for real?
When you come to the arena and see me play

Palace and Stüssy, I can't even land the ollie
My dogs look like comic book villains
I go with canaries, I go with the domis
Bro, we kill each other like Goku and Broly

The jacket open and the Christ on the outside
Listening to rap with the phone on my ear
I ask her to film us and she definitely lets me
She gives me head inside the ranchera

Crazy, nah
Nah, really? Yeah
Retro OG jersey from the 90s
It's not cold, it goes with the shiesty
Bandanas with paisley prints

I put her in Prada, take her out of JD
I go with the goats, call me Heidi
With V-Funk in Mya, damn, I'm very wavy
Yeah

She's from San Pedro de Macorís
But now she lives in Madrid
I marry her and screw the UCRIF
The JBL hangs from the skateboard and the kid steals while listening to Lacrim
For Yuki, Nano, Choco, Dawa, and Abhir
My cat in a robe drinking Histaverín
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah
More credible every year
More credible every year
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every year more

My grandmother Matilde claims she has seen the Virgin
Every year is more credible
The seal doesn't know how much to insure so that I sign
But I stay firm

Now that there's data, it's simple
You take the plate and serve yourself
0.80 but nothing serves me
I was at your party and I made myself invisible

I always move with two
May God be good and the eternal tour and may they take care of my cough
From 922 to 210
This month I smoked a thousand, at least

Nikes in trunks of the same model
A kiss to the clouds in case we don't come back
Blue lights, whistling gum tree
(Moving with God)
Yeah, je, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah, BBO
(922-928)
MMCD

I wake up at one in the bathtub of a hotel in La Laguna
Fasting with scratches and gaps
Jacuzzi on the roof, the Teide dawning next to the moon
What they say is not heard at such a height

They don't know how to give me, I can't get comfortable
They paint my face big, I feel like Jackobo Hernández
Above I have an angel, the truth ahead
Knives behind, below a trail of blood

Yeah, clothes with patches with cardinal points
About points, cardinals
I go with marginals, players, and sex workers
Not even a Porsche with its torque can beat Hoke or his guys

Rolling through the terreta in the Jeepeta, rings and roletas
Chains show through under ugly guayaberas, girl
My OG has more shooters than five drawers
You can find me in Bata and I'm not talking about Guinea

I've been in so many that I celebrate
If now the clothes I wear are white
The rice I eat is black
The static comes in batches of you don't even want to know
I spend it and I don't miss it, I know how to do it again

Smoking bajeros watching Navajeros
I shook the can and it sounded like a rattle
Dedicated to my medics, I know who is sincere
Cruzzi gave me his lawyer and I started making money

I wake up at one in the bathtub of a hotel in La Laguna
Fasting with scratches and gaps
Jacuzzi on the roof, the Teide dawning next to the moon
What they say is not heard at such a height

They don't know how to give me, I can't get comfortable
They paint my face big, I feel like Jackobo Hernández
Above I have an angel, the truth ahead
Knives behind, below a trail of blood

Yeah, clothes with patches with cardinal points
About points, cardinals
I go with marginals, players, and sex workers
Not even a Porsche with its torque can beat Hoke or his guys

Rolling through the terreta in the Jeepeta, rings and roletas
Chains show through under ugly guayaberas, girl
My OG has more shooters than five drawers
You can find me in Bata and I'm not talking about Guinea

I've been in so many that I celebrate
If now the clothes I wear are white
The rice I eat is black
The static comes in batches of you don't even want to know
I spend it and I don't miss it, I know how to do it again

Smoking bajeros watching Navajeros
I shook the can and it sounded like a rattle
Dedicated to my medics, I know who is sincere
Cruzzi gave me his lawyer and I started making money