Towner

Only to escape the tough, the most psychopathic I've ever seen
On the track it's free, TV-style
I lived to see these crazy people delude themselves
Having to dodge the cops

Smoking flower with a Ralph Lauren belt
The 12-gauge in the Towner, Gio, and a Sig Sauer in the Ceci
Slingshot a bitter-mouthed tiger like a larger
Split the gas station money and return the clean Makita to the saci

Key in the power, we chill after the tower
On the left there's a shack, maybe I died there
I was reborn in neglect, protected by chance
Screwed by nature but tough because I won

Get up and come to the polo, look for where I live, who owes
To whom I owe and who owes me
Split the money in blocks, my share if I don't come back
Leave the sister-in-law well and my newest VIP

Disguised Spin asks for support for the Meriva
Without the owner's talk, the mouth is a drifting boat
Who prefers is not who needs
Dalsin, yes, the best on your list

Smoking flower with a Ralph Lauren belt, the 12-gauge in the Towner
Gio and a Sig Sauer in the Ceci, slingshot a tiger
Bitter-mouthed like a larger
Split the gas station money and return the clean Makita to the saci

Stop by the kif, accelerate, put on the Tifli sound, then we head to Riviera
I smoking a rifle
Like the leaders, the jokers, the safe crackers, the window displays
Titanium tint 15 holes in a feline

Repsol in Ávila, pressed and pill
Black so as not to stand out, we don't even take a cell phone
The toughest come from there, die before arriving
And every day I remember the fire in Caraguá

After the time bomb, only rubble remained
In the first bag, I had shit up to my shoulders
Today I don't feel sleepy, I have the money and I have the lead
And in a threatening tone, the king is back on the throne