I like smoke for breakfast
I dream, I think about money while I smoke
and I light up slowly, very violently
while I undertake a little journey towards Neptune
I asked God to send me a new pot
well the one I have is full and I want to fill a third
a fourth sounds good, maybe a fifth
although I have to leave a couple of extinct rappers
everything turns out well, as if by instinct.
Like a brush I paint letters in my mind
and I stick to this daddy because I am different
I keep it in the partner chanting even with the requinto
And I refuse to stop shining
my self-esteem has not been the same since I started singing
and it's not a question of fronting
here it is demonstrated with work, so let's work
br/>As a child I had a dream
and although I wanted to sing
thank God I was given that dream
and now I have nothing else to think about
br/>First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money money
I have had lyrical wars
Personal and neighborhood wars
and even supposed federal investigations
They want to sue me, they cost a couple of pesos
be it the mother I hate that fucking process
but all right I'm still alive, I'm still unharmed
and there are a couple of bastards who are angry about that
Yes, I know you don't like to remember
it will be because I changed and you remain the same
I know it hurts to have to endure
that I have to shine
and you without being able to reach
I know it hurts you
that's why I come to the conclusion
that if one day I fall into the abyss I have a mansion
As a child I had a dream
and although I wanted to sing
thank God I was given that dream
and now I have nothing else to think about
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money money
First me, second me and my fucking money
First me, second me and my fucking money
Me, myself and my money
Me, myself and my fucking money
Me, myself and my money
Me, myself and my fucking money

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