Sorry Mom (feat. Bc Raff)

Jealousy, you're awesome

(O) burning some cream, avoiding problems
This is my tribute to bad times (ayy)
Like the lottery, without winning the jackpot
This herb takes me where the money flows (wearing Louis V!)
My guys with flows that boost self-esteem
My team has packs, has marijuana (dry)
Your sound only has flow for those Mari Ruy (weak!)
Your Patek is fake, you can't fool me (fake!)
You elected him, so I bought a Glock (Glock!)
My brothers are targets, but they have a Glock (pow!)
Your daughter loves me and you hate me
The tattoos on my face (face tatts, bih!)
It's poison for the cops (ayy, ya)
I invest in a feature with Raffa (777)
That will be more worthwhile than a whole show of yours
Respect is respect, money is money (yeah)
Today I only strengthen those who come from where I come from (ow, yeah)
I only believe in the kids who believe in what I believe (ayy)
Valqueire, baixada, cg or in the schoolyard (ow)
I'm from the east side, Itaquera, that's it (east!)
Few ideas at the tip of my finger (pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Mom, I promise it was for money (mom!)
Mom, I promise to give you the whole world (ayy)
It will be worth the fucked up neuroses (ya, ya)
The smoked weed and all my flaws, yeah

Rising without waiting for others to fall (slatt!)
Rising without staying there kissing ass (okay)
I take this seriously, no nonsense talk!
Seeing Gael born rich and Celo having comfort (rich!)

I take this seriously, drip hard
Studio session, mic and board
Double cup, blunt, inspires
Smoke in my head
I swear that with every drop, every new track
The focus is on the hundred-dollar bills
And from track to track I'll be better on the next one
One day this will inspire someone
I trained myself by releasing mixtapes
I don't do cyphers, the focus is on me
My gang strategizes and steals the show
My friends are getting rich like this
Mom, I promise it was for money
Mom, I promise to give you the whole world
It will be worth the fucked up neuroses
The smoked weed and all my flaws, yeah
Rising, the sky is the limit
Astronaut in the rocket
I really use autotune
Rockstar and faith in God (yeah)

Rising without waiting for others to fall
Rising without staying there kissing ass
Hey, Raff (uh)
Yeah (ayy)
777 (yeah)