Balas

Yo
If we arrive, call the cops
And now that we're going to start a mess
You have no corner, I see you round
Here we are controlling the square
I take out the lean and take a couple of sips
My pocket full of cash is fat
I thank the dust that all the money that went away tomorrow has already come back
The problems, the cash solved
Ambition made my stomach turn
I go deep with your bitch
She gets upset if I don't put it on her
I'll never hang out with a fool
With Lana and Ked wearing the kangol
You don't even know who I hang out with
I have connections everywhere like Tambo
You can't compare if you're a failure
Meanwhile, I stand firm, they disgust me
You're the grandson of a pig, son of a security guard
We don't look alike at all
We've come out of the mud
That's why I'm humble and don't judge
I'm not looking for fame
The best in Peru, being fair (Drago)

I'm not calm if I'm not hustling
At night I don't sleep, I spend my time writing
You guys think you're tough sending messages
You're embarrassing me
We don't mix style with loyalty
To those your cousin can't talk to
You're not loyal even to your mom
Who are you trying to fool?
I'm a fine white boy like Eminem
Don't compare Jordan with Element
Don't mention people you don't know
Don't make me put you in your place in a snap
I see you with your panicked face
Nothing, we're psycho here
There will be panic in the room
Rebxl put the beat and chaos ensued
Watch how I hit it, hit it hard
Taking the style with the Phillie Plain
Coke, more keta, a Calvin Klein comes out
Gram by gram, we sell it for 100

All my niggas armed in the gang
Vests and glocks with the extendo
Smoking the weed and drinking the lean
My nigga whipping in a circle
You act tough in my hood
Riding in a civic, like Toretto
With all my black boys dressed in black
Not following a thousand pigs, two offers in Morocco
Contacts inside the airport, also in the port
Be careful around here, stay alert and awake
I swear on my mom, I almost didn't make it
Escape through the roof climbing a fence
Two cops running after me, they wanted me dead or inside
That's why you should never trust bitches or crows
And don't talk about the streets without being about it
In the streets they traffic and collect a salary
In the streets they stab you and no one wants you dead, so be alert
And make the most of your time because I don't want regrets later
When your body makes room and they leave you lying on the street, bitch