It's been approved
The geniuses have approved it
Da Uzi has approved it, oh (piou, piou, piou, piou)

There's jealousy, weird guys in the rap game
I've seen things, I didn't want to say it
I lose a lot as I move forward, a supporting role, I've erased
I can't help it, I took this year, it's better than before (for sure)

There's what it takes for our mothers (ah)
I'm alone in my corner, I'm not one of those who embrace the whole earth
Before, I watched them from the other side of the TV
Now I'm on the screen, they're full of staging
The madmen, I move away from you, I take my money, my Colombian
Fools, I have to be Messi, they see me too low to the missile

I have my mission, I'm in extra time
I have love for my brothers, in the squad, I'm an old drunk
I've grown up, I have my Kalashnikov, it won't sing much if I leave
Now, it's not the same, now, they recognize me
Now, another sixteen, if I want, I don't have to do it
Now, I want to live this life, like Chily, I don't make war
For girls, I open my DMs, true to death

I wanted my share, before, I was in the fault
Fate has it that now, we sell records
I was on the dock, they confiscated my number 10
Fate has it that now, we sell records
I wanted my share, I hustled, I did everything down there
I'm nobody in reality, I wanted to get out with my guys
You know, mom doesn't believe me when I say I don't do drugs anymore
Now, I sell records, I don't calculate the sons of

Not those who suck, who give their ass, I'll go good-char for the shot
Luck, you have to provoke it, these bastards would dream of taking our place
High fashion and the knife hurt, I was given nothing, I grew up without money
I had to do it all year, get chased by the cops
No innocent when the snow is white, your smile is yellow and the heart is black
A lot of hypocrisy, pretense, the most faithful will be my likes
I fought to get my share, we're ready, why would you want us to rush?
In secret in the block, we work, we trap, we sell drugs in bulk
I grew up, I saw a lot less of the greats (I grew up, I saw a lot less of the greats)
In front of weapons, a lot less courage (in front of weapons, a lot less courage)
Hash, weed, worries in the head (hash, weed, worries in the head)
I just have to draw until the last gram

I wanted my share, before, I was in the fault
Fate has it that now, we sell records
I was on the (?) they confiscated my number 10
Fate has it that now, we sell records
I wanted my share, I hustled, I did everything down there
I'm nobody in reality, I wanted to get out with my guys
You know, mom doesn't believe me when I say I don't do drugs anymore
Now, I sell records, I don't calculate the sons of

Yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah
Yah, yah, yah

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