Rappers II (feat. Mike Southside, Negro $anto, Marcianos Crew, Neo Pistéa, C.R.O, Fianru y Coqeéin Montana)

[C.R.O]
This ain't music, it's dope

Ugh, daddy, rough life
Selling crappy stuff to pay for food
Ugh, let Mary save me
Even though I know I have to pay for all those days
Cold streets, drugs in every corner
I'm not surprised to be called out by those jerks
Take it, spit it out, or eat it
Bitch, shut your mouth and move that belly
Boys, the damn owners of the style
So don't come here to bother
I'm where I am because of the crap I choose
So show evidence if you see me talking
They charge or kill, life is ungrateful
They respect those who pay and those who snitch die
For rushing, few escape
In this sphere of big fish and rats

[Coqee]
I needed five to forget one
Alcohol and coke until it's one
Vice, ruin, can't find fortune
I'm still on the corner, the neighborhood is my madness
And everyone asks me why I'm high
Because I asked for advice and got six grams
Because they gave me joints instead of a hug
Why do they give me alcohol? I'm a mess
Lost in vice since I was a kid
Drowning in sorrow, relieving myself
I don't want anyone, if no one wants me
When you become someone, everyone loves you
Don't know if I should shoot myself or take a hit
My mom praying so nothing happens to me
And whatever happens, I've been through it all
Every line I write is as pure as my drug

[Homer El Mero Mero]
There's shine on my back and between my palms
Getting used to calmness
Gaining authority even to sail karma
Losing the pain I had in my soul
Among so many, I can't even see what's missing
So I keep handling it skillfully
High on the hood, chatting with the crew
Waiting for the zamba dance to return
Gangsta, but with faith as a principle
Praying while pouring alcohol on the ground
Hiding the address, addicted since a child
Awake because of what's on top of the glass
Served, we're playing it cool
No need to explain what everyone already knows
Silence is key when the problem is serious
And don't forget that when it fits, it fits

[Negro$anto]
Everything passes, everything comes back
Living like a criminal, but this is different
Everything passes, everything comes back, baby
I know this is different, baby
Heavyweight adding up in all the corners
Climbing to the top
Trap life, I'm a real fucking nigga
Always with my crew among bitches and divas
Coke and flowers, coke or food
Making money, music inspires me
Without going to the office
I wasn't trained to live that life
I wasn't trained to be a cop
I shit on all those niggas
I write songs, that's how I make a living
Sitting in my studio, producing every day
No problem, baby, a different one every day
Burning kush like Wiz Khalifa, yeh

[Neo Pistéa and C.R.O]
First two, five, ten, and twenty pe'
Then we had 50 bills and bundles of 100
Now with 200 and 500, I feel I'm doing well
Others are gone, hallelujah coppel benz
They're doubting everything I wrote
What I saw, they didn't see, they lived, just in beat, justin kids
I'm praying to my dead, Rest In Peace
They play Angry Birds, yeah
The kids or guys in the hood earn the same
Next to the tracks
I always bet on this shit, my mom said:
That the enlightened ones always have a bad day
And it's not the same, you, my team, and yours
Mine wake up with a cat making a push pop
Punchline, much love
Much love to my grandma who left something of hers

[Mike Southside]
That delay that identifies my walk and wear
Loose helm, I'm safe anywhere
Even if they want to betray me or talk
They know I aim internationally
Shootouts between various vices
From visionary to millionaire
Baby, trust me, let's go
I know it from the start
Rough life, blessed when I spit fire
Calm when I can, rapper's salary, rock it
Earning my respect like in recess
With the best by my side and being the first
With thirty divas and none I want
Having everything and high on the floor
I'd do it again
To loosen up the night for a while, buddy
So this night isn't eternal, isn't eternal, nah
To loosen up the night for a while, buddy
So this night isn't eternal, isn't eternal, hey

[Marcianos Crew]
I'm still there where the pot boils
We ate some pigs, stole that lamb
Poor losers, baby
We're still there
Where many will talk but I swear I didn't see them, we're there
Fuck your pose, bitch, it doesn't help or reach me
I keep it real and by my (Homie)
They know how it's done but no one will tell
Blind, deaf, dumb, and fools go the other way
With my people from the start
A lot of sticky fingers for the vices
More kittens than Mauricio (meow)
From what the lady sells to make a few bucks
Didn't see them, didn't see them, didn't see them
And many talk but I didn't see them
We're there with the crew
Didn't see them, didn't see them, didn't see them
Many talk but I didn't see them

[Fianru]
I didn't see them either, man
I come from down there, I swear I didn't see them
On the beat and at the parties since 2000
Many talk but I didn't see them
Never, never saw them, didn't see them
I don't know why they want to be like me
If they'll never be able to, I have nothing else to say
Those bastards are talking but I didn't see them
Never, never saw them

Never saw them, that's clear
Turns out what I like is expensive
What are we going to do, that's where we're at
Smoking the weight of the soul, 21 grams
We're in
We're inside, buddy, more than I'd like
More than you could, glad you understood
After so much waiting, old man if you could see me
Filling in the lines, the shows, and the fridge
My nigga, maneuvering my way
See you whenever, wherever you want (wherever you want)
Love my girls but they hate me for being a troublemaker
Smoke keef and make music to make money

Coming from nothing, taking it all
Living like a fool
Seems easy but you can't do it
For my niggas and my people, I'm standing tall
Coming from nothing, taking it all
They say I'm a trend that-that-that
Like a rapstar all over Baires
KMD already rocked those bars