Hipócrita (feat. Uami Ndongadas)

Because the hypocrite is me
For killing all rappers
I make you dream of a success that is not yours
Grab the baby, drag her and send her to the trash and they ask what happened
And with a pitiful face I arrive and swear it wasn't me
I swear the real hypocrite is me

That's why I beat all these kids
These kids are in anonymity
How can those who say I'm weak
That I'm not capable, hint cat
The world is on a jet, I kill, narrate facts
That break down the success of these rats
[?] only give to ticks
I spend a thousand euros on cat-like sneakers
Damn, I don't speak anymore

These motherfuckers talk about my life, they didn't give me anything
They want to get out of shit, but I'm not a ladder
You still have a long way to go to reach Guiana
I'm with a new girl and Marco Martins
Homies from the beginning to achieve the ends
Everything is real, that's how I am
Wy, don't pretend!
Shit from these niggas doesn't affect me
New car in the garage and I haven't even driven it
New shoes in the box and I haven't even worn them
I've died with a flow I haven't even invented yet
They only talk about me in this New School, there are gays
I'm just killing all the beats
With these rappers I'm just playing
Fierce and annoyed flow well paced your bitch won't handle
I'll drag her, she won't resist
This is not clothes I'm wearing
Your bullshit I'm not watching
Man I advise you to give up
Hypocrisy is saying I'm weak
And your hoe in the talk
And that I don't beat
It's saying you're not in anonymity
I'm lost, I entered my wardrobe, my wardrobe, hey
Just see another beat I killed
Some hang on to what I've already created
How can I talk about you, if to be honest I don't even know your name
Band rappers are getting high
Many with no balance start to fall
Life is tough, you're sweating
Want to make a career just by backstabbing me

Because the hypocrite is me
For killing all rappers
I make you dream of a success that is not yours
Grab the baby, drag her and send her to the trash and they ask what happened
And with a pitiful face I arrive and swear it wasn't me
I swear the real hypocrite is me

Ndongadas
(That's how it is, but look)
Your baby was my kit
But we're standing out without conjunctivitis
Because we spoil the party even without an invitation
Since I'm neither A nor B, like hepatitis
Great hit I made for them
What I want is not Alicia Keys
It's better to prove myself without a pattern
Devil in my head like pimples
Like
Always with a true tip
So I'll be the hater, says he's not joking anymore
My mind is greedy
Beast that degenerates, but by Ndongadas moderates
Because most of these rappers fall with a chair
Want to touch my crew, we're just showing off
Always very fresh they confuse me with the glacier
But out of 7 bars only on my bracelet
And you always shine with those fair things
My homies always leading (oh oh)
You're always delirious (oh oh)
How can you say you're my Will Soldier, but you don't launch like a soldier (oh oh)
Your thing always rocking (oh oh)
Baller but not having lunch (oh oh)
I even get malaik, I sing but the lyrics don't want to end
Always tripping
See and control your bae we're cleaning up
And I'm even a big fan of Ronaldo, but you want me to start dribbling
We're playing
With certain groups I don't want to mention
Niggas don't stop imitating us
For my homie, you'll limit yourself
Or just lose your breath, damn!
That's B-ÜNIK, I'm with TRX
Uami will still run with your bae-bitch
Poor thing will still want to ask for an encore
Because your man doesn't do what I did
That's why I call him a turnip
That's why I get frustrated
We've shown a lot of work
2018 is ours, the work is locked

Because the hypocrite is me
For killing all rappers
I make you dream of a success that is not yours
Grab the baby, drag her and send her to the trash and they ask what happened
And with a pitiful face I arrive and swear it wasn't me
I swear the real hypocrite is me
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Ah ah ah...
TRX
B-ÜNIK