FABERGÉ (part. Hoke & Ébano)

I grew up, I lived

Every day feels the same, whether it’s good or bad
The hundred lights shine between my temples like a headlamp
I stack up thousands, always neutral, no bias
From Cid Avenue to Madrid Central

And I only think about my dogs' food
What I have with my crew is like magnet and iron
I still remember, feeling low, smoking downers
Now I don’t know how many are in the drawer or the ATM

And the kids think they’ll be rich from scratch
With a ham knife in their boxers
I was just a kid, in that yellow square meter
I’m checking the price of a barking square meter

No background, smoking Fabergé round eggs
We leaned in like a scrum
I showed up without a plan, like Gotelé
And I’m not a leader of any jerk in case someone’s reading

And now look at me, baby, remember
We were just three in a Series 3 praying without faith
And now look at me, in a Merco E
Looking up at the sky, but it’s not visible

The grass is from LA, the gold is legit
You know when and who
I can make the sea part wherever my feet step
From Lavapiés to Mestalla on M3

Because even though there’s no beach in Madrid, the pallets still arrive
Yeah, the fish dies by the mouth, at 0.3
Industrial steel, step on the trial
When there’s a dealer and a mule in the lobby, but it’s not Bethlehem

Certain wounds don’t heal even with Voltaren
Real since I was little
92 Olympic, I think I’m Naranjito
The kid’s got a chickpea even though he’s not Thumbelina

Always had a snout and a nose, you feel me?
I only think about a plate of food for my cats
The price of fame versus anonymity
I never bluff, Zeronegative, BBO

Pour the Chivas, I spill liquor for those snitches, wow
Let them imitate it
In the club shaking big booties and strippers
Yours are streamers, broadcasting on Twitter
The only white line they’ve seen was the correction fluid, so

And now look at me, baby, remember
We were just three in a Series 3 praying without faith
And now look at me, in a Merco E
Looking up at the sky, but it’s not visible

Zeronagati—, BBO
The one who didn’t live it will talk about you
Three crosses, two thieves, a candle
At the final judgment with a public defender

Zeronagati—, BBO
The one who didn’t live it will talk about you
Three crosses, two thieves, a candle
At the final judgment with a public defender