100 G

Yo, kilvertz
First grams, then they were plates
I step on the same shit with different kicks
Ah, fuck

First grams, then they were plates
And in the kilos the problems unleash
I represent the ghetto, those you call scum
Those who seek money to help at home
I step on the same shit with different kicks
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it
I know the route without using maps
I'm looking for handsome guys to make my people look good

I represent the ghetto wherever I go (wherever I go)
Friday couscous, [? 0: 48]
Bastard, better not cross the line
Don't break the silence of the crazy one who always keeps quiet (shh)

As a child, I dreamed of leaving the neighborhood
As a child, I dreamed of having what's necessary
Now misery is in fashion, it's the opposite
You don't know how hard it is to grow up without a salary

My brothers up north are looking for qishta
They do the tasting to sell the [isha gandisha]
They relax their minds, put bonono in the hookah
They don't mess with Tekashi, they prefer a tokischa (tokischa)

In the business, unsympathetic, khoya, zero friends
In the car with the walkie, thirty kilos in the back
In the act, black gloves, just like the coat
We keep moving forward even if shots are heard—

First grams, then they were plates (plates)
And in the kilos the problems unleash (-satan)
I represent the ghetto, those you call scum (-rraca)
Those who seek money to help at home (home)

I step on the same shit with different kicks (kicks)
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it (lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (maps, maps)
I'm looking for handsome guys to make my people look good

We grew up without a plan but we were looking for plans (plans)
German engine on the highway, no rivals
I'm counting my life in the instrumentals
Cut the plant well, don't subtract decimals (-males; nah)

The phone rings, another mission (-sion)
Discipline, work, determination
Family, my only motivation (aha)
If you're from the neighborhood, you know the situation

Growing up without bread, growing up without cash
Stealing electricity, stealing gas, seeking peace
Playing ball, trying the hash
After that action, there's no turning back, everything goes backwards

Everything goes well until you want it to go perfectly
Humans don't understand we have flaws
I've seen families broken by indirect consumption
That's why I say drugs have a double effect

First grams, then they were plates (plates)
And in the kilos the problems unleash (-satan)
I represent the ghetto, those you call scum (-rraca)
Those who seek money to help at home (home)

I step on the same shit with different kicks (kicks)
Every time I open the door, they put a lock on it (lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (maps, maps)
I'm looking for handsome guys to make my people look good (good)

First grams, then they were plates
And in the kilos the problems unleash
I step on the same shit with different kicks
I know the route without using maps
I'm looking for handsome guys to make my people look good