Hoy Acabamos La Gira (feat. Tiro Loko y Yayo)

Yo
For sure
Yo, yo
Hey, yo

Today we end the tour, I’m heading back home
I wanna see my family, wanna light up a coal
To enjoy with the crew, party in the backyard
And play with my kids on the tablet in a warzone
How the hell could I not? I deserve this and more
In the U.S., 25 shows, all sold out
Those who talk trash won’t ever pull it off
We’re hitting hard like Mike in Punch-Out
Sipping whiskey by the pool with all the fine chicks
That’s why I love my girl, 'cause I know she won't trip
My pretty brown girl, honestly, I missed you
I dreamt of you more than once, that’s why I wanted to come back
To have a blast, like we always do
I wanna see my mom and my brothers too
I wanna buy a truck and some land far away
To build a big house for when I retire someday
I’ve got my plan set, I bet it all on my crew
Shout out to Tiro Loko, Gera, Davo, and C-Kan
Just need a blunt, whiskey, and a clonazepam
To feel like superman and stick to my cell phone
To start vibing and write what comes to me
These lyrics are from the heart, so you know how it’s done
I’m flowing with the beat, no fear, like a kamikaze
I’m the king of gritty rhymes, but with style
Don’t skip the chat, I wanna kick it
I wanna wake up high without a care in the world
Talking about silly stuff, about my crazy life
Celebrating that my rhymes will always be remembered

Today we end the tour, I’m heading back home
I wanna see my family, wanna light up a coal
To enjoy with the crew, party in the backyard
And play with my kids on the tablet in a warzone

Feeling lit, my crew’s all high, everything looks good (uh-huh)
Where I popped off, you’ve never reached, never had my hundreds (nah)
Never scored chicks in a motel (nah), this is r-a-p (ha)
If you don’t know me, check the street, they see me there
I roll with the tough guys, damn right, your girl likes me (oh, oh, oh)
Jealous ones spill their talk, I got insect spray and they don’t bite
With a dull knife, they irritate me (haha), and they back down
If I step back, they get sad, can’t do it, my flow is infinite
No one on the corner will be safe
The one who drives hard in the Tsuru
Always with his gun without insurance
In the crib, the Urus is nailed down
They don’t tell me anything, born and raised in a rough neighborhood
What I can promise you
They think they’re tough, I just brush it off
If there are crews, mine’s is hardcore, bring it on, I doubt it
Pure independents with a couple of places, I swear to God
I’d die for them and they’d die for me, that’s the deal
You’ll get hit if you think you’re slick
The clan's ride goes full throttle breaking rappers who think they're tough

We went from zero to a hundred, from hundreds to a thousand
I won’t stop dreaming until I’m rich, I got the best deal in business (no, no)
We went from zero to a hundred, from hundreds to a thousand
I won’t stop dreaming until I’m rich, I got the best deal in business (yeah)

I took some Percocet (haha), how many? I don’t even know (whoo)
[?] and wax in the blunt that I smoked (hahaha)
Weird, bro, maybe it’s the shroom or it just looks like this here
Psilocybin, LSD, I tripped
On the floor, these dudes
And some are freestyling
The soup's cooked up, all chilling
And that's what's up, the beers come from the dealer Walter White
Bye, if you’re messing it up
Don’t kill the vibe, we’re recording here
It's Yayo, tyrant Darius mixing with Fer
It was that L, I know it hurts that we’re always leveling up
Making lines like we should
You can’t imagine how much we drink
Tons of rap in the DNA
Mess with us, you know it doesn’t suit you
Our goods move all over the world, yeah

'Cause we’re working hard, not like the others
Here the only real ones are us
Ask in any hood what’s bumping in the streets
We’re the clan of clans, we have big plans
Like CPV, the DHA, pure r-a-p
What do you think? We do it for here and if not, well, see ya
No offense, but you’re not part of my crew
In this, I’m the guru, so pass me the shampoo
To keep enjoying these four days off
'Cause if not, I’d get tired and I’d jump back to recording
Out there with my homie Mau, Los Angeles is calling me
To record a couple of tracks and keep the flame burning
Living the good life, still with a bad rep
Always with a drink and a blunt of weed
I miss my bed so much when I leave the crib
Sleeping in cheap hotels sounds like the truck's coffin
And don’t get me started on the plane, with its crappy seats
Even in first class, it’s the same, just a pile of junk
But hey, what can we do? It's the life we seek
And since we’re warriors, we fight till death
22 years on tour already feels like hell
But nothing that a bit of whiskey and a blunt can’t cure
To write a song, I need inspiration
And I’ve never denied it, they know I’m a wild one
I know I’m a bad example for the kids today
But I never lie, I just tell what I am
You all know the clan doesn’t accept fake rappers
Our lyrics are real, nothing science fiction
And my biggest addiction has always been this culture
From when the sun sets until the moon goes down
Rhymes like this one, none, they haven’t had the luck
They haven’t asked to hit one, just lullabies

Today we end the tour, I’m heading back home
I wanna see my family, wanna light up a coal
To enjoy with the crew, party in the backyard
And play with my kids on the tablet in a warzone