WE BACK

We back, don't look back
No flex, son facts
I bite the apple and turn on the mac
Paint another hill, it's art attack
I have the crown like Basquiat

We are the guys you meet on the street
Who ask you for a cigarette, who invite you to hang out
I've played the game of life with side missions included
You playing GTA
I laugh in the face of all those who throw at me
Because they look too much, poor their mom
I have my family calm, they won't lack food
Not my grandchildren, not my great-great-great-grandchildren

I drop another bomb, this is not Baghdad
Everyone leaves when it's time to pay
I saw that face and: Oh, my God
Surrounded by devils and evil
I don't want money, I want loyalty
Rolex Daytona, Rabat
The game is over, daddy's here

Too many nights on the streets without talking to the one I love
And I don't care, I don't want to call her anymore
I don't give a damn who you think I am
Who do you think you are, asshole? Come on, get to work
How alone I feel up here
I'm a son of ruin and the corner
You're a mama's boy
I'm so high on a ketamine balloon that I don't even feel my face

The clock ticks, bring out the champagne
You didn't expect it but, huh?
Tell me what could go wrong, one good thing and one bad
One tequila and one salt

We are the guys no one bet on
But with balls look where we are
No one censors me, nor anything
I spit it in your face like in a gangbang
Many early mornings drinking cheap brands
Hand in hand with my brother planning the big plan
I step on stage and the stands are full
I grab the mic and the drink and it sounds ratata-ta-ta-tá

I drop another bomb, this is not Iraq
Everyone turns when they see us pass
They know what I bring and they want to taste it
She is my muse, my femme fatale
She wants gasoline like in Mad Max
Drinking from a jug at the bar
Glass in pieces like in Carglass
Marks on the face and tattooed skulls

That remind of battles from long ago
Thousands of stabbings, disappointments and shit
I can't change anything now, so what's the point?
In good times and bad I go to death with my crew
We are sons of the fucking ruin-na-na-ná
I had the play clear even if the cards were bad
And now no one stops us (ha, ha, ha)

We back