West Side (feat. ECKO)

Hey, young golden (young golden; hey)
west side
Yah-yah, eh-ey
Yah, hey

Mera, bro, I have the gift, give me the microphone
It is said that I am a bandit like a don, they are (pu-pu-pu-prr)
High-end chatter like pattern
I made them move the ladies and the Morón guys (pu-pu-pu)
The note that goes up like a blunt
I go with little, I don't buy with your pain, fool, oh (pu-pu)
I ride like a KTM, I always arrive accelerated
If I don't die rich I'll sell you my flow, oh (eh-eh-eh)
It is commented when I go out to the neighborhood
I live like a king to activate like a bandit (uh-uh)
Those who walk with me are real
I know many dogs that don't stop barking (woof, woof, woof, woof)
Mera, bro, I'm not a lookalike
My high-end picket, I only need the goat (goat)
I want to get rich, I'm far from trouble (yeah, yeah)
I dodge bad language with the ability to mess around (hey)

Mic check, one-two, give me the microphone (ah)
The one who steals the attention has arrived, oh (young golden)
Don't disrespect the boss (no)
Because I stop you and catch you with the whole squad (yeah, yeah)
We have them asking "who are they?" (Hey)
The hundreds come and go, welcome to my nation
My verses from the west are gaining momentum (yeah, yeah)
I fly over them, like a drone (pra)
I am from the human class that was born to be the forest, not the branch (ah)
I brought the fire that not even a thousand firefighters can put out
A different breed, rapper' they are looking for me to become extinct
Because they don't surpass me by pouring ink (pra)
I don't buy but I sell, ink demon like kendo (yeah)
When I turn on and write I always surprise (wuh, wuh, wuh; young golden)
Making each song become an anthem
They look at us 'ugly' because we are always 'cute' (tell me, king)

In the teacher's chatter, the chanting is as spicy as chili
The babes keep an eye out because I'm agile (ay)
Impossible for them to puncture me
Don't snore because you're short or because you're street (po-po)
It's not the garment, it's not the brand, it's the sizes' (haha)
I am king, I brought the sauce that is missing from your recipe
I am the best on the court, federer with the racket
I chant 'twenty points', career talk
If the tigers are together, the felines will stick to us (young golden; ah)

The ziploc' (money) keeps moving
I continue to take care of myself with my Glock
The click-clack keeps running
And I'm still standing on my block (pra)
Spreading the sorrows to the microphone (ah)
Chained, like rick ross (ah)
This life is like ping pong
What you do may rebound
Po-that's why I stay the same, never a visitor, I'm always a local (always)
In-anywhere neutral, cold with the domi, they call me "normal"
Making easy money like myke, the numbers increase when I grab the mic (money)
They pass mountains' like counter-strike, I left the street like kimbo slice (terrorist win)

Don't try it at home, blackmailing isn't for everyone, haha
Tell me, rei (young golden)
Tell me, king, ah (golden team)
Lea in the mix, babe (wow)
Mozart
I recorded this one alone, huh (from the west to the world, mommy)
west side