Puesta a Punto

The F1s, the suspender file
The dick arrived, it had to be said before
It's just common sense, this is delirious
You don't understand my lines, just looking at you is enough

I don't write simple like all those rappers
Left a mark on the street, but I'm not talking about a skid
Here the passes are not for you to catch
Your girlfriend gets wet, you're supposed to soak in this

The burned ones die, Valentin said of ardor
I opened doors my way, this seems like The Shining
They said I was underrated, it made me in a bad mood
For not letting it go, you're brave, but they don't see your worth

This goes through the net, the basket still trembles
Tomorrow number 1, today I'm already giving out the money
None sing for a bill, anyone can sing for you
Not being an open book, they first saw my dough

Logical, never let money blind you
They did it to Jesus, obviously one of these will deny me
Sometimes I don't want the street, the street wants me to hit
They play the drum so much, it seems like a reggae concert

Bars and violence since adolescence
Today I do it for my mom so her pains are fewer
They're not street, it shows, they never had lack
They care a lot about their image, but they're all appearance

Fed up with the sound they make
They multiply, the fakes justify themselves
I got into the industry without selling out, do you know what that means?
I make millions with my style and today no one changes it

But they wanted me down, who would bet on me?
Dust came out of my hands like hitting the bag
I was worth shit, I wasn't going to let go of the pedal
Until I crash, fuck that

You form your clan, me against all
I have
Dude, it's your turn
Let's go, dude
Give it your all, man
Let's go hard
Come on!