Muchos Ceros (feat. Awesome Pierre)

[Part I]

I want cash, don't want cash
Don't want cash, not fame
I want cash, I want cash
Wow, Awesome!

I was introduced to a lot of zeros but never sold myself
The contract to be fake, I terminated it on the first day
There were many failures but that's when I understood
That when I failed the most was when I learned the most
I look to my left and my right, only good people
If you weren't here in the bad times, your name means nothing to me
Between four walls and a pencil on top of my sorrows
I represent those who go through a lot but with a purpose

I can't stay still
I have to make money, more concerts
I put my face out there, I don't even feel it anymore
If I ever let you down, mom, I'm sorry

Mom, hundreds coming into my bank account
Got a bunch of bitches, also calling
They want to join the game and have my rank
From the hood to the top and I still haven't fallen
I smoke and fly like a jet
They're scars, I'm for those who bled yesterday
The truth is a very powerful thing and I never silenced it
I apologize to mom if I failed amidst all this shit

I can't stay still
I have to make money, more concerts
I put my face out there, I don't even feel it anymore
If I ever let you down—

[Part II]

Grr, grr, paw

They tried to shake my hand with it full of spikes and needles
In my crew, everyone masked up, it looks like a witch's night
None of you are real, you have to look outside your bubble
I start spreading my flow like the COVID pandemic in Wuhan
Now they want to be like me, diamonds on me
Give me two years and I'll put a house on my neckless, even Mondays are Fridays here
My place got filled up and the next year it's empty
Don't mess with me, and if you don't have drip, don't act tough, bitch
I crowned with music, my buddy did the same, but with the keys
Dressed in black and with hoodies, I move discreetly, low key
Posted up wherever we are, wherever we go, we always carry the keys
We always carry the keys, uh

Pa-pa-pa-pa
I don't know about tomorrow anymore
Pa-pa-pa-pa
If I lose another buddy
These wounds don't heal
I want money, not fame, yeah
I want cash, don't want cash
Don't want cash, not fame
Grr, paw
Young Blood, Young Blood
Brr