TRUE SHIT

Hello, how are you?
I come to tell you how I'm doing
Several colleagues are congratulating me
And others don't accept it, but they look sideways
And maybe they'll come closer to me sooner or later

And me? Patient
I continue with my people
A few bills won't change them
Others ask me how I do things differently
And, mmm, personality is more than enough

Now I'm out of work, but calm
Poverty doesn't change how happy I live
It doesn't bother me to live simply
And I don't have hands to stop the bus

If I speak, I speak true shit
If in my circles there are more G's than a Gucci shirt
What are tigers to you, are just kittens to me
And they show me their belly, let's see, kitty cuchi-cuchi

I enter with a robe and a pissed-off face for the tie-wearers
I disrespect those who hire me
Ah, I have the power and I love it
I enter with a robe and a pissed-off face for the tie-wearers
I disrespect those who hire me
Ah, I have the power and I love it

(Nacho, Nacho, why did you leave?)

Oh, why did I leave?
Better ask them why they fired me
Wrong question to the wrong guy
And basically, it was because I respect myself too much
I treat everyone equally, and it hurt them because they felt superior

It excites them to feel superior to you
They must be masturbating thinking about how they fired me
My salary and Papo's, shove them up your ass
Or use them to feed the pig you have as a mule

I'm not here for so many dishonest people
If the battles were more armed than the event
And if you want to make that seem serious
Instead of changing rappers, try changing the owner

And on our part, our germ
Because this is ours and we let you in
And I know you'd love to respond to me
But you're not a rapper and that's what hurts you the most

I enter with a robe and a pissed-off face for the tie-wearers
I disrespect those who hire me
Ah, I have the power and I love it
I enter with a robe and a pissed-off face for the tie-wearers
I disrespect those who hire me
Ah, I have the power and I love it