(Ortiz got the fire, understand?)

And I don't care how many brothers you're with
(I don't care)
Always carrying iron, because we don't fight
(yeah, yeah)
You want peace? Then go to war
How should I feel? I
Was never loved (Never)
They become thieves, they die like flies
What a beautiful day
When they left the earth (Ha ha ha)
We chopped up a person
They cracked Encro
Drive the Benz through the city
Take the tender to the yacht (Wouh)
We narrowly escape a
Anthrax attack from a betting shop
Two days later I get Matas from Mexico
Why are all Amcas so hectic, lo?
To all those on the death lists
Not just guys who ripped drugs
But journalists (Haha)
Mattresses on the floor, chunks with drugs
Hashish and Shore
Packed in plastic foil
Out all night, because
That's how we make money, ah
I'm sitting in the droptop in the east (Fuck)
Godless cunts shot my brother
In front of his daughter
I'm in shock and have to vomit
(Ugh)
This life is a pile of shit
(What a shit)
No honor, no rules
Just a pile of shit (Dirt)

Everyone asks
"Where does the money come from again?" (From where?)
Three times X, Amsterdam paramilitary (military)

Metric tons in containers full of seals
Until they arrive at the sailor
They are taken from the gate
(With the FARC)
Our boys are there at the start
In the jungle with the FARC

And I don't care who's behind you
We've turned things around (Brra)
While German rap lives on the internet (Pah)
Give me a place and a time (Brrrr)
Come immediately and not the same
In my Porsche past, ey
All of Europe, Calais to Dover
Two hundred kilos of coke, my charge Bogotá
C-C-Competition has killers from
Sent abroad
Half an hour later the car is on fire
Helis with thermal imaging, go
If you want to die
Some can't talk
Their soul filled with pain
They want to kill me, come and redeem me
All the lies and intrigues, the
Games, all the evil, ah
It remains a heart of chrome (Chrome)
What a long way for the first million
Brothers get life here
You ask me how you can live like this
We went our way
We fall and we stand together

Everyone asks
"Where do the cops come from again?"
Three times X, Amsterdam
I'm a multimillionaire

Metric tons in containers full of seals
Until they arrive at the sailor
They are taken from the gate
Our boys are there at the start
In the jungle with the FARC

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