Elíseos (part. Cruz Cafuné)

My success is relative, my influence undeniable
Ask around, bitch, I’ve become untouchable
I haven’t lost my passion, nor have I lost my hunger
I’ve met a lot of famous people, and man, they’re a fraud
They throw shade at me and I blow them kisses
To me, they’re not worth my time
I care about them, and that’s why I let them go
Honestly, they’re like my kids even if they act wild, yeah
We’re sneaking into the industry like Yeyo
In the noses of rich girls without being a dealer
I carry the word of God, I just need the collar
Every day more sexy, every day more fine, every day more rich
I knew exactly where to focus and I don’t lose my way
I don’t add, I multiply
For those kids, I bring the goods, UDYCO’s looking for me
I’m the king, I won’t abdicate (for real)
I want the checks, the stacks, the zeros, the euros, and the bills (really)
A fortune seeker, man, I’m a gold digger
I’m a machine for fucking and selling tickets
I can be many things, but never you, God forbid
Scrambled eggs and bacon
I start the day, rocking new Air Forces and a new fight, yeah
I didn’t have Christmas, I work like an alligator
Even though on January 6th half a million labels came in

My brother Sago designed the cardigan I’m wearing
If you didn’t turn off the Sanremo, two espresso martinis
In Elysium, kids dressed up as Opium
Some are pulling triggers with their nails painted black
Bumping method in the back of the Benz like in Succession, bro
If Jesus came back to the world, he wouldn’t be benevolent
But at least he’d come back three days later with Velcro Margielas on, yeah
There’s a demon between good and me
No heart, no fire, no wings, no horns, none of that shit that looks like a fork
No liquor names like bourbon and rum
In Marseille, drops from the swimsuit crash on my shark
In three substances at once, but I read the room
If I lose, I feel like I’m biting the dust forever
And if I win, the victory feels like it lasts a second or two

Yeah, Forgiato wheels
Tell me what emotion you’re hiding behind those cat-eye glasses
Power sometimes is just a story
That’s why they see me in person and say: I thought you were taller
They’re not into soccer, but I had a couple of tacos
I look distorted in chrome rims
I don’t live low, planning to go to Icebox with my crew
All messed up and I’m still bragging
Water pipe and still going without a top
For the dining room, two more paintings from the father of Sopa
I put my money where I put my mouth
When you’re popping, you do what you feel like
Flush the coke down the toilet, girl, it’s time to heal
You get infatuated with whoever doesn’t treat you bad
With me, your thrifting days would be behind
Loving you by day, recording in the early morning (Early morning)

Yeah, ah-ah-ah
Bigla