Medicina
Foyone
Medicine
Forgive me for my bad behavior
Better than this son of a bitch, no one should take as an example
I put them on their knees as if praying in a temple
Asshole, so many are out on the street, I have no feelings
I don't regret it even if they send me to the center
Because if I do what I do, I do it looking for a living
They all get happy when I come back with the wad
Hooded, face covered, I go out to work
If you bring it down for me, bring it all the way down
From being in the shit so much, I've become the beetle
Bitch, I'm 2Pac, living the thug life
Bad since I was little, I ruined my youth
We're chipping away, crazy, yabadabadu
We have all the keys and a kung-fu master
Suck it until it shines
Easy money, click-click, load it
Going out at night like a gargoyle
Every time I go out, I come back home with more
Take off that disguise, you've never been a street guy
I could be Tego's grandson because I'm the bandit
I think of myself as a legionnaire on the front line
Let those who want come, I'm not afraid of any
I give them a couple of hits and send them to Pluto
I have bigger balls than King Kong
I say the prayer, aleikum salam
I go down to the street, I'm going to get my bread
I'm going to get my bread
I go down to the street, I'm going to get my bread
I'm going to get my bread
I go down to the street, I'm going to get my bread
Tattoo your whole face, you'll never be a G
Your junkies have brains fried from Speed
You were lying on the street and I took you to my house
I gave you a plate of food, and you treat me like this?
Looking through my things if you see anything of value
Do you need 30 euros? Come on, ask for them
I bring you an old iPhone with the screen all broken
To give it to the one who passes you by half a gram of coke
You wanted to be a trap star, ended up in a rehab center
Crazy, what a shame that Cecilio is your name
You want to be a rapper, you should know how to rap
Another big mouth who wants to commit suicide
If you're just a clown milking the concerts
You wanted to be the top trap artist, ended up smoking a mix
I saw you with your eyes rolled back and your jaw to the side
I said: Wow, this guy is a mess
I felt sorry for seeing you and I opened the door of my house to you
And you took an old iPhone to sell it for more dope
Get yourself a job, crazy, you deserve it
You're going to suck my dick, you and your fucking boss
We're going hunting, every day is Friday the 13th
Problems from the street are not solved by judges
You were stinking up the street, without shoes
With a lost look, like a rag doll
What would your mother say seeing you in that situation?
I'm only going to give you one piece of advice, take your medication
Take your medication
I'm going to give you one piece of advice, take your medication
Take your medication
I'm going to give you one piece of advice, take your medication