FABERGÉ (part. Hoke & Ébano)

I grew up, I lived

Every day is the same, whether I'm good or bad
The hundred-year-olds illuminate me from temple to temple like a headlamp
I make lots of thousands, always mid, neutral
From Avenida del Cid to Madrid Central

And I only think about my dogs' bowl
My thing with my man is magnet and iron
I still remember, feeling down, smoking cocaine
Now I don't know how many there are in the drawer or in the ATM

And the children believe that they are going to be a million from scratch
With a ham knife in his underwear
I was a little boy, in the yellow square meter
I'm looking at the price per square meter of brick

Bottomless, smoking round Fabergé eggs
We shouldered each other like a scrum
I arrived without following a pattern, like Gotelé
And I'm not the leader of any bastard in case anyone reads me

And now look at me, baby, remember
There were just three of us in a 3 Series praying without faith
And now look at me, in a Merco E
Looking up at the sky, but not seen

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

Because even though there is no beach in Madrid, the pallets arrive anyway
Yes, the fish dies by the mouth, at 0.3
Industrial steel, step on the trial
When there is a camel and a mule in the portal, but it is not Bethlehem

Certain wounds do not heal even with Voltaren
Real since I was little
92 Olympic, I think I'm Naranjito
The boy is carrying a chickpea even though it is not Tom Thumb

He always had a snout and a nose, you know what I mean?
I only think about a plate of food for my cats
The price of fame versus anonymity
I never bluff, Zeronegative, BBO

Take out the Chivas, I spill the liquor through those snitches, wow
Let them imitate it
At the club kicking out fat asses and strippers
Your streamers, broadcast on Twitter
The only white stripe he saw was the Tipex, so

And now look at me, baby, remember
There were just three of us in a 3 Series praying without faith
And now look at me, in a Merco E
Looking up at the sky, but not seen

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

Zeronagati—, BBO
The one who didn't live it will talk about you
Three crosses, two thieves, one candle
I will be alone on the day of judgment