JEFES DEL SUDOESTE

They had their movie, but it turned off on them
I don't show the tricks like a magician
They were left painted after the bluff
I feel like Kanye writing Yeezus

I'm inspired
My brain put the body in a coup
I do what I have to do
I don't question if what I do is right
I'm tired of people, now I'm going for the payment

They're fronting cars that aren't yours
They're flaunting jewels that aren't yours
I'm hitting where it hurts the most
They're showing bars that aren't yours

I'm giving classes from Monday to Thursday
And on weekends, find me if you can
There's no final I don't play
I start to rap and it rains in Buenos Aires

While the lightning and thunder fall
So much flight, I almost look like a bird
I make music, you make a scandal
For the family, vacations in Galapagos

I'm a legend like Stevie Wonder
Lowering powers, I look like Loumbanda
Many dark circles, I go like a panda
I broke a Wizink now I'm going for the Wanda

I get home, celebrate the feat
I drink champagne eating lasagna
Devil mode, Tasmanian demon
I hit you with some kicks, I look like Adesanya

Mine on my back, there's no way they weigh
Mom always prays, that's why I'm blessed
This doesn't work for them even if they press reset
I'm a shark swimming among fish

My rhymes are bullets, my flow Kalashnikov
Next to me they seem so old
That I'll have to pay for their nursing home
And it gets dramatic
Because to his girlfriend, his friend, his people I seem nice
And he crosses paths with me and he's out of breath
It shows on his face, they seem asthmatic

Yeah, hey, it's Duko, you know
Devil mode is in the house, you already know
Fuck

She doesn't smoke, but she always lights it for me
Several dollars, don't fit in a check
Pure blood, the bosses of the southwest
We're selling, but no one sells here

I keep doing what my people ask of me
We're global, I dream on all continents
Creating works for them to live forever
I keep hustling from January to December

She doesn't smoke, but she always lights it for me
Several dollars, don't fit in a check
Pure blood, the bosses of the southwest
We're selling, but no one sells here