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From oppression comes rebellion
From rebellion comes confusion
Confusion creates hard times
And hard times create the champion

Fuck the norm
I married rap 'cause this is the union
Niggas are doing alright up to a point
But then they pop, I call them balloons
Set fire to the churra
Kilimanjaro ain't on our level
You gotta put cash in the prizes
If we wanna elevate the culture (fuck)

Hard-headed
Pro evolution calls me Pro2da
Man, I had to break down these doors
When this life didn’t give me a chance
I came from the ghetto, that’s mob block
Frozen without a Glock
This already smells bad, [?]

While she tells me don, don't stop
Big fuck
Yeah, they want me to be like them
But that makes no sense
So in this artist's movie
In the cast, I’m with the thugs (fuck)

I’ve already touched the ladies
Now I’m just looking for the first mile
My team is dope, but let’s pretend
That no one knew (just to be safe), fuck
They’re so worried about my day-to-day
I’m burning my dick
While my bitch burns calories

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Black mask, with all my dreads
We look like a hockey team
So much confusion
My can's complaining
That too much [?] over the beat

I told her I’m smooth with the load now
Don’t like the flow, so you can suck my dick
We don’t tolerate you in the perimeter
All the hot girls full of good vibes
Fans asked us to give a little space
I’m not to blame if Perry hit the nitro

I don’t see colors, like I’m colorblind
Pocket’s green, 'cause it’s botanical
Call me Niiko, this is too much panic
I just spit fire, this flow is satanic
Oh my God, what did I just say

I don’t wanna have problems with God
Xuxu b cut just this part
If my mom hears, she’ll kill me
Moving stones, the world connects
The dude is rare like an avatar
2020 ended the ride
This year is a beatdown
It’s gonna be double

Ahn, shut up, shut up
Mobbers in the game just to annihilate
Niggas tried to test us
While they should’ve been studying us
Old school had to accept me
'Cause I’m winning, here there’s no tie
When I show up, I annoy these haters

'Cause they bite like a pair of pliers
Ask on the street, who’s making noise
Catacuruma, this ain’t karate
We pay the price of fame with hard work
This shit ain’t that expensive
Hard pulse, hard, hard

Doesn’t tick-tock
This ain’t kuduro, madjé
Think well about your future
Going against my clique
Shit, it’s not safe to do
I swear I don’t censor you
You saw me up close and think we’re competing

I turned on my crazy mode
You’re gonna have to pay to see me laugh
So shut up, shut up
Mobbers in the game just to annihilate
Niggas tried to test us
But they all died, can’t deny it.