Dioni (feat. Dirty Porko)

I put it with more anger than excitement since I saw
That in music there are more shitty rats than in the alley
I came down pissed off with three thousand in fifty-dollar bills
You're sad, but I'm happy to hit the streets

I'm going crazy, if you want to help me in life
Find me clients who pay for half a kilo
I told Spanish rappers to fuck off
I'm getting to know them all and none of them are street

It's never certain what they tell you, cousin
Because of those who died without you yesterday
Look at how many are still alive today
I don't trust anyone because I saw that when there are deals
I know they can be friends, even the dog and the cat

Even if you take away my desire, you won't take away my desire
Because you should never break what you love because of what you hate
Anyone can threaten, anyone can have a weapon
What not everyone has is the balls to shoot it

I sell coke, anything before my ass
You sell yourself, bitch, because you're worthless
You sell number one on the charts and trends on YouTube
But even my backup singers have better songs than you

Hitting me and telling me to love myself
Is like having pretty fish and not cleaning the fish tank
I'm the real street of the moment
Since I went crazy, I'm not looking for your ruin
Asshole, I introduce you to it

We're ready for the money
No matter how, like Jonny or Tonny
Neighborhood effort like covid
Since the market years of the plaza, not Tommy
Everything I do is for me

We're ready for the money
No matter how, like Jonny or Tonny
Neighborhood effort like covid
Since the market years of the plaza, not Tommy
Everything I do is for me

Around here we have horny chicks to the wood
Giving wax, I keep going crazy so they don't want to see me live
The neighborhood seeks to escape in a way
And I pray that my cousin goes crazy in two years, bitch

As a child, I was trap and not a trapper
Playing with fire, alleys full of poison
My buddies look for money even if there's evil, blondie
In a Volkswagen with ten kilos in the trunk

Take away the sorrows, not the desires, my nights your morning
Unhealthy life, the block smells like bed
I come from ruin, but not anymore
Love for my gypsy, also for the benefit of the tan

And the notebook, I have debts
In the neighborhood's corners, there are weapons
From so much drugs, he lost his mind
Life hits, there's no airbag
My people lack air
I'd give up my lung for my brother

I'll build you an empire like an emporium
The hens that go out for the ones that come in from the closet
The grandma and the rosary like the junkie with the monkey
Setting the tone on the phone and inside a penitentiary

At 9 and around 16 hours of the plaza
Winning cash to be able to buy the house
To be able to eat seafood with champagne on the terrace
To enjoy, be tired of so much bad luck

We're ready for the money
No matter how, like Jonny or Tonny
Neighborhood effort like covid
Since the market years of the plaza, not Tommy
Everything I do is for me

We're ready for the money
No matter how, like Jonny or Tonny
Neighborhood effort like covid
Since the market years of the plaza, not Tommy
Everything I do is for me

We're ready for the money
No matter how, like Jonny or Tonny
Neighborhood effort like covid
Since the market years of the plaza, not Tommy
Everything I do is for me