Lanalizer got the fire
Yeah, yeah

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I get rid of the crows from my eyes
Because I was raised with hawks (hawks), yeah
I don't miss pretty faces
With these faces of hundreds (nah)
I'm not surprised by who I am now
I only seek to fill my pocket, not my heart
I put my feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock, yeah

I'm not behind the skirts
Nor am I behind the fakes
I don't turn or join any gang
I was with mine in a pot
And I'm still with them today when there's plenty of broth
And anything else, I don't command, I send them
I don't chest the babies
I give them all my body except my chest
I've done things I don't talk about
But I always speak with facts
I light one up that's crystal clear
And I discard the bad
If this to these bastards, I already have the packs for a roof
And for them to abuse you for being good
That they complain about you for being bad
Those old man's advice were worth more than the gifts
They taught me to elbow all those smell bugs
That come to ask as if you owe them a hand
In the ones I needed, I didn't need anything from you
I've known how to give myself without a way and not stop the trains
For apples that didn't have worms were snakes
And they steal my circle and I open up less with people

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I get rid of the crows from my eyes
Because I was raised with hawks (hawks), yeah
I don't miss pretty faces
With these faces of hundreds (nah)
I'm not surprised by who I am now
I only seek to fill my pocket, not my heart
I put my feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock (baby)

Haha, daddy this costs, yeah
It's neither given away nor lent
People who used to eat at my house
Now for me they are set
It's tough, right
But that's how life is
Even knowing how to add you can't know who to count on
I live all day on the note
But it's that I'm not asleep
This is real with the real
I have identified mine
I know those who are heartbroken, but nevertheless
I also know those who are just to get something out of me
What I receive from you
More or the same I give you
I can't pretend to be anyone else
It's what there is, it's what I am
The humble one, baby, the packs of a hundred, of fifty, come
Dad, I've been behind
That's why I keep being the same in front

I no longer feel feelings because I burned them in the blunts
I get rid of the crows from my eyes
Because I was raised with hawks (hawks), yeah
I don't miss pretty faces
With these faces of hundreds (nah)
I'm not surprised by who I am now
I only seek to fill my pocket, not my heart
I put my feelings like the Audemars on rock, yeah
Like the Audemars on rock

El Mynor, Millo Gang
Millogángster
(?) And those who call her (?), Son of a bitch
Tell me, CHEN
The king of the flows and the deliveries
The humble one (ha)
Hey, tell me, Gaby Music
Chris Jedi, The Martians, The Family, (?)

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