Blíster (part. BoriRock)

Hey-hey-hey-hey (Wuh)
Ziontifik's got it (Ziontifik's got it)
MÉCÈN Entertainment (MÉCÈN Entertainment)
Yeah

I smelled it up close, didn’t cross the line (yeah)
I’ve seen rocks from Galicia as big as Bible copies (suh)
Small pockets but big ambitions
From the hood traditions (traditions), don’t lend a hand to those you betray
I wrote songs, killed the game and now all the rappers are behind me, Luigi Mangione
Find me laid back with the homies where the drinks are (liquor, man)
I love that you talk shit about me but know my story (hahaha)
I made money counting my shit, the millionaire magician (skrrt)
And I make it rain in the hood like Juan Luis Guerra (Juan Luis Guerra)
Knock on the door, hide that inside the tank
My buddy left the game and now wants inner peace, ah (wants inner peace)
Chased luck and now it doesn’t greet him
My brother called me and said he’s looking for help (he’s looking for help)
You might think it’s easy to get out of this by now
But what the hell are you doing to escape when the truth is so harsh? Wah (tell me)

Eh, they think this is a joke (nah)
They judge you, no matter what you did (ey, ey, what?)
They seek peace in the needle or the blister (how’s that?)
They look at you wrong, I know you felt it (Ziontifik got the—)
Eh, they think this is a joke (no way)
They judge you, no matter what you did (tell 'em)
They seek peace in the needle or the blister (how?)
They look at you wrong, I know you felt it, yeah (check, look)

I put the coke in my girl’s pussy (wuh, yeah)
All these white motherfuckers need a bulldozer (coke)
I’m a boss, you just a pushover, move over (move dog)
Rather grab a Glock than Louis Lovers, hang in a coma (prr)
Where I’m from the cash can take you out the game (that’s right)
Shoot it in your veins, little vinegar can melt the cane (say it)
Felt my pain, now I got fans want me to sign my name
Here right I change and try and spend my life in a cage (not me)
You little peons, never felt the fire (bozo)
Do it by myself, fucka’, murder for hire (you's a bitch)
Get my hands dirty, still a boss (grr)
We be singin' Diana Ross
Pop the trunk and burn the cross, turn the laws (pop it)
You ain't a real singer till you bounce back (singer)
Fuck it, do a feature for an ounce and crack (fuck, gimme that)
I don’t say: Try
We be goin' up, niggas fallin' back (we goin' up)
We be goin' up, niggas fallin' back (niggas fallin' back, bozo)

Eh, they think this is a joke (how?)
They judge you, no matter what you did (bori)
They seek peace in the needle or the blister (Ziontifik's got it)
They look at you wrong, I know you felt it
Eh (ey), they think this is a joke (how?)
They judge you, no matter what you did (word)
They seek peace in the needle or the blister
They look at you wrong, I know you felt it (worldwide, ey)

Eh (wuh)
Ziontifik's got it
Shout-out to Cali, what’s up
Yo, BoriRock, BoriRock, BoriRock, BoriRock (Argentina, all Chile, Peru, what’s up, dad?)
Coo-coo
No, baby
The hustle was born right in the South Bronx, created by young Puerto Rican teenagers
I was a gang leader in those days, and I can tell you this
The hustle saved my life