Manhattan

Hehe, ah
Make Money
The M
The Octopus
Mera, listen

Without balls, it has me
We form a shootout in front of your house
Let's see what happens when the bullets from the mic pierce you
I have your bitch sending photos via WhatsApp
It's not that I walk sideways, it's that the gun slows me down

Smell-dick, avoid friction and save your comments
You have to suck my dick, they give it to me in your neighborhood
The bosses respect me, I'm the face of the neighborhood
Aware that my death has a day on the calendar

I haven't stopped selling drugs, with the spoon on the stove
The snorkel in case they bust me, they'll kill them if they cross
In red and escape route, on the track like Yeruza
And if they see me, shoot, there's no excuse for killing

You're a big dick fisherman, a dumbass carrying a gun
Say whatever you want, you have to suck my balls
I'll go, I'll explode your cat, bastard, if you leave her alone
And you have to bow your head because I'm not controlled

I'm really fed up with the shackle on my ankle
I don't charge for the features, I skip them because I'm sharp
I light them up, I throw them and step on them like a cigarette
And they don't catch the kilos from me, bastard, if I disguise them

They don't live what they write, they show off the guns
They don't have me like Steven, I'll come at you like an email
Bastard, if the beast kills, no one revives you
They feel like they're falling because I am the decline

Hit him, stand on top of him, go and finish him off
If he killed your brother, we'll avenge him for life
This isn't PlayStation, we're not in Modern Warfare 2 (it's not PlayStation, bastard)
If I hack your system, you'll be lagging like a robot, dick scratcher

Make Money
The M
The Octopus
Tell me, Caser
I shit on your mother
These bastards are dying every time I send a verse, brr