I make music all day
I think about music all day
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
I make music all day
I think about music all day
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
Zero drama, I don't want fame
I dream true, I'm not selling you anything
I'm not going to stop until I succeed in Dallas
And have more zeros than Obama's account
Be more explosive than an Osama plane
I have a thousand reasons to be the one who wins
The scene is in flames
Because I feel like it
And even if it sounds cool I don't think they'll turn it off
I've already changed the game, I've turned the board around
And everyone has to start again
Put it down the fumes to all his associates
That I am the one when it comes to adding zeros
I sound like a canchero
Spark of the ghetto
I like the trap, I like the money
The grim reaper is looking for me and I'm in flight
The brands are looking for me and I'm not a model
Wasa wasa this is not a passenger
Wasa wasa this is not a passenger
Look up, feet on the ground
Killing the league, I did it again
I only think about making money
Conquering the entire globe
Ambitious since day zero
Taking over the entire game
I'm on black fire, I'm going without fear doing business with foreigners
I have my partners serious about things
Little by little, crazy, I'm building an empire
Counting the lilacs all my life focus
Out of my league that my niggas break you
Known life being the killah in the roster
I always go up, I'm on top of the top ten
Flow flow flow uh
I am the young man as always
Counting all the papers
And a couple of children, Darth Vader (Skere)
Fusion of Shaquille O'Neal, Magic Johnson And Kobe in the Lakers (Lakers)
I'm calm
I have style Don't even try it
Now more than ever I'm going to 120
And I never told it because I don't stir up haters
br/>If I'm stuck at 17
I'm going to be a kid before I'm 20
(If I'm stuck at 17, I'm going to be a kid before I'm 20)
I'm going to be a kid before I'm 20
I improve my tones, I vocalize
Don't let the fool talk, or he goes face down on the floor
I want to be remembered for all my songs,
Not for some battles that I improvise
My bullets separate those who stop, notice!
By leaving things clear I paralyze them
Pick and shovel to paradise
Returning everything that mom did
( Skere)
I make music all day
I think about music all day
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
I make music all day
I think about music all day
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame
Fuck your pussy, fuck fame

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