KFC

I walk through the favela, I don't even see the fire
That I move envy, that I am not at zero
The one kilo chains, paquino, and aquino, cocino and maquino, what they sharpen
Al Pacino's outfit, agreed, I looked more refined, and finished when she came

Fine dining with ribeye, in Dubai, I say bye when I'm going to get drunk there, oh no!

I get Ricky Ricon, with a blunt, messages arrive on the phone, asking if I already collected the fair that I generated in Tucson
I don't want any more questions, the cholos of the 3 points, the pieces of KFC, of course I arranged them

I give them turquoise pills, also a good coke to make their heads roar
I got really crazy and started driving from a Tacoma, in an X3 on top of a fucking hill

I'll cure myself of the migration, because they don't do it for shits
I come out more alive and more badass to put in I have school
I bring the painted baby draco from scarface
And I thunder and I rage wherever they see me

Just like that, in case you want to ask
Who is the same crazy person who got into it at a young age?
Who lives his whole life in GTA style
The one who brings fresh water and a few notebooks