SCARFACE

My bro, excuse me, daddy's going to the stage now
Contrary to what you think, your sound is kind of weak
It takes patience to listen to these boring flows
Now ask for a blessing and stop sucking up to me

Talk about what I do
What I died for didn't die, so don't give your opinion
On the weed I burned
I remember the past
When I was left aside
And money was always scarce (yea)

Today it's just weed, man
Life is getting expensive
Look closely at my face (yã)
I remember the struggles and it was so tough
Now I live in your neighborhood
And it's not my daddy who pays (yã)

My dry spell is over, now on the radio with a plug
In my area, no one is your fan
I've been through so much in this hustle, man
That now I only sleep to be better tomorrow

Man, I didn't sleep again
It was just a line and it's already past six
16 tattoos on my face
Such cliché rhymes are increasing the fees

And Duzz is tired of you guys
Another cool flow like what you didn't do
Like Scarface, fuck the bourgeois
And some timely detours to end the scarcity

I'm in style
Thugs are tough, walking with drugs and a cool boot, you don't get it
Say what song is playing
Getting paid in dollars
Competition cries

I'm in style
Thugs are tough, walking with drugs and a cool boot, you don't get it
Say what song is playing
Getting paid in dollars
Competition cries