BUDOKAI (part. Hoke)

I never stop, even when I don’t know why I do it
Call me whatever, just not lazy
Rolling in a G Wagon or a freshly painted ride
Some of them, I don’t even know who they are, that’s why I look around

I’ve been in some alley doing magic tricks
Now I don’t leave the living room, but I’m super connected, man
And I’m turning down another check
With the bad guys stepping on my heels

I’m still where I’ve always been
Find me between bridges and highways
I hang with criminals and pay tribute to their craft
Last night I went out to paint until dawn
And I put their name on the street from their city to mine

I’m better at doing than telling
Do it again, spend it twice, multiply it by four
You don’t know how to move, or even how to stand still
I just know how to shut up and do it, like Fer and Gonzalo

I’d rather be alone than surrounded by your crew
I’d rather go all out than come up short, and that goes for everything
Maybe I’ve gone crazy like Conor
Smelling like Tom Ford and dressed in Polo

Let them say what they want, I don’t give a damn
I’ve got a gold Rolex and check the time on my iPhone
And the girl who leaves you on read
Has been telling everyone she’s been with me, but I’m not falling for it

On the street feeling high, it’s like Budokai
We used to freestyle over tequila sunrises
I feel like Fedor fighting in Pride
Because I’m over 30, but I’m in my prime

Now we’re worldwide without playing in clubs
And it’s been a while since I surpassed all the idols I had
We were sounding off in parks before YouTube
And I didn’t hear it from anyone, I know because I was there

My boys are on the job or in the Zodiac
Sniffing the real deal, stealing, not copying
I’m a Spanish psycho dining at Dorsia
Painting on my iPhone the snake from the Nokia

This is homegrown, pain and glory
I don’t look back, I’ve already gripped the DeLorean
And if I get old, I don’t want to count money
I want to stay sane so I can tell stories

I’m having sushi in a jacuzzi (true shit)
Eating her pink pussy, tussy
This is all for love, the rest is bullshit
I got my hands dirty and became a millionaire from music

Moving pieces from Tangier or Chauen
Watching pieces from the Scanner and Karen
I bought an M4 and now I want the McLaren
I’m your father like Darth Vader