Papo Recto

Oh yeah, oh yeah
In the gossip's mouth, I was in Spain
I escaped the slammer
My scene is selling drugs, I've never been about selling sugar cane
My passion is money and guns
Sell my stuff and shut up
If you fail me a penny, I'll take back your mom
If you see me, go around, make me round
I clean up everything I see in front of me, I don't complicate like a thug
The cut is Hungarian, but the drugs are Turkish
Who has 15 years of insomnia, in the rough drug trade
These neighborhoods are an insult, just nailed to the wall
I call all these gangsters shots in the dark
I was born ready for the future, to resist is to be tough
I'm going to make a separation like Germany made a wall
I come stronger than 2Pac, I'm a pack of 12
Many had a fit
They didn't know I'm the boss chief
You're early stress, who intimidates me is a judge
I enter any neighborhood armed, sticking my nose up
In the trunk only chalk the color of Nazis
My Knowledge is called essence, Malcom X
And the evil I did would be known if the Glock spoke
Or else, if the cop resurrected
I have no problems, I pull and that's it
The last one I hunted preferred to commit suicide
Preferred to disappear and shoot or hang themselves
Huh, at least he died with class, rest in peace
I come from L.A where listeners are chickens
They sell more than groupies in rappers from another line
I don't condemn, they're poison, that's why I deal with less
The Devil was also an angel who chose to live in hell
Fame is like government, they always get votes
People believe because the brain is 100% empty
But I'll give you change, I'm good at mental math
And I'll go down in history like a tsunami in Indonesia
Escaping poverty is almost like a miracle
I left you, you're in the wrong place
Where is that or get distracted, don't attract crowds
I'm one of those who always gave gas in misfortune
I'm a Floyd, to those Pacquiao
If there's a rapper up to par, I'll challenge him
They took the la gardé, they're all spaced out
I stay in place always with good material
Many people ask, how do I make a living?
It's not fiction, lots of action, heart rate increase
It's not about RAP, just be cold and heartless
Fill a clip, carjack ski mask glove and cannon
Niggas expect miracles but money doesn't fall from the sky
On the street, men
But at home, mom is the one who cooks
Do your thing, nigga... don't expect me to do yours
My destiny is in a coffin, Leiria or Vale de Judeus
And I take care of mine, as long as there's a twig
I have 1 lawyer working 1 step ahead
What I say in the songs doesn't compromise
Freedom of speech article 37
"Yeah man, straight talk
I'm gonna let the beat roll for those who are capable"