Bzrp

Rra (huh)
Yeah (The Boss of the Thugs)
Zaramay, baby, huh (did you hear?)

I go to Nike to look for clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she as co-pilot (fum)
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami (which in Miami)
And that we exchange the kilograms for the Grammys (the kilos)

I go to Nike to look for clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she as co-pilot (fum)
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami (which in Miami)
And that we exchange the kilograms for the Grammys (the kilos)

Rest easy, that's why I'm snoring (fah)
Don't go too far, then someone else is touching her (you know)
How can he live? If I'm killing the league?
The bad ones are already leaving and the good ones are coming (rra)

And I got motivated by seeing black people living in luxury
Quietly I looked for a path and with noise I came out of the hole (hey)
And it really is hard to get up and be successful
I don't think it's so good to rest being envious (no)

They thought I was going to end up addicted
Inside the convict or be killed by some conflict
But no one is to be judged, so now is the verdict
I'm retiring a millionaire, like Floyd I'm leaving undefeated (Maywheater)

I'm gonna take these rappers to the amusement park
I don't eat from your fame, so don't even mention me (no)
The pioneers in your Pioneers and in the movie giving scripts
I was stuck in quarantine and the planes were delayed (rra)

Zaramay changes the flow, but I change women'
Chain, ring and the manager, the Mercede'
That's why there is a big difference between us and you
This is money from the street, not from daddy or the networks

I don't believe in spirits because I've never seen any
I am a believer in ghosts, yes, I know more than one (or a couple)
If they ate from my hand and came like a dove'
He who hated me loves me today, the Spaniard fighting in Rome (Rome)

You don't live trap, you made trap for the sound
I didn't have to copy the American school'
I won't even tell you about the sequence we've experienced on the street
The glass is full but it is low on content, baby

I go to Nike to look for clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she as co-pilot (fum)
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami (which in Miami)
And that we exchange the kilograms for the Grammys (the kilos)

I go to Nike to look for clothes and they ask me for a photo
At 300 in a Cherokee, she as co-pilot (fum)
Today I'm in the hood, tomorrow maybe in Miami (which in Miami)
And that we exchange the kilograms for the Grammys (the kilos)

They send me private messages for my lyrics, they are the delight (rra)
And rappers don't have enough to open a franchise
With Biza we left Western and Galicia without money
Buddy, leave the forensic experts alone, let them do the tests

My milk for all those bitches is Oreo cream
In San Martín there is Zara and in Brooklyn Notoriou' (love it when you call me big)
I'm smoking with Dexter inside 'the laboratory
I have more ink than all the deer and the devil

The rapper is not on the chain, you are wrong
Notice that even the fish ended up being golden (plah)
Black, having fame does not mean being respected
If I leave a message here, at five o'clock the chicken will be kidnapped

They say that Judas betrayed Jesus with a kiss
And the sapo's throw it at your wife when you are in prison (jah)
If I'm not carrying a Glock, I'm carrying a Smith and Wesson
If I don't smell like Rabbane I smell like freshly printed dollars, baby

Tomorrow they kill me, I'm another face on the wall (huh)
If you want to give me a cut for being the purest rapper (huh)
To be more precise, in front of a mattress on the floor
And now under the Sommier a solid gold ingot (rra, pah)

With gloves and a balaclava, my tattoos can't be seen
We have your favorite rapper hostage (plah-plah-plah)
She left her panties on my bed and her bra on the floor
Barbie came with the gangster and left Ken stranded (you know), huh

What was the point of leading you down the alley?
If the spoon is still there, mom sleeps in a drawer, motherfucker
The toughest of the 'Argentines', huh
The stones in my path were passed over to the Cubans, baby

Flawless victory
Bizarrap
Fatality

All I have in this world is my balls and my words
And I don't break'em for no one
Do you understand?