They say bro bro bro, don't get confused, you're not my bro
You never looked out for me when I was broke
Now drill is in fashion, my girl no longer dances dembow
I'm with my black guy at the party, I steal your hoe, I steal your show, nigga

At ten I was playing basketball, at twenty I was with Rambo, bling bling
We're still in the gang, my young G's, kept counting money
No rush but always firm, black, we're not going to stop
Me, in the studio with my drill, always came in burning

Coins or black bills, like Fifty
Chocolate and so to the Body Block
Sounding in your block, also in your city
A couple of bars and we leave them in shock
Oh, like Skiddy Bop
Black, sounding in the block of the opp
Me, we don't miss the tint, we don't please them, we're going to the top
I have a lot to say but nothing to prove
Me, people throwing beef, I want to count bills
But if anyone crosses, we do the Yakuza
Chill & bangin', latin boy, I go up to the block, I take a shower

I ask God to forgive me for getting into trouble
Sometimes there's fear but there's never a lack of balls
I keep going up leaving the steps behind
Even if I get the stone, I never stumble
I haven't been the same since I pushed myself
A lot of people have folded and some that I threw out
All the bad things I've lived I have as TBT
I don't believe your threat, if there's a problem, dare

They say bro bro bro, don't get confused, you're not my bro
You never looked out for me when I was broke
Now drill is in fashion, my girl no longer dances dembow
I'm with my black guy at the party, I steal your hoe, I steal your show, nigga

At ten I was playing basketball, at twenty I was with Rambo, bling bling
We're still in the gang, my young G's, kept counting money
No rush but always firm, black, we're not going to stop
Me, in the studio with my drill, always came in burning

I don't need light because bro, I'm the focus
That girl wants flush but I only break her ass
You don't, you don't scare even if you think you're the craziest
I walk with a couple of savages, some are domis, others from Morocco

I've been on the street for ten years, now bro I'm twenty four
In the gang we were killers, now bros only four remain
Bad life, bad life, from bad life to artist life
Free my nigga, free all the mandem, cashing gold, you know what I mean

Connected with those from Paris
From Barcelona, I serve them hash
How rich Alice moves it
I'm from Senegal, I like khalis

With my black guy I smoke a joint, we don't respect the law
We started improvising, now sounding up to U.K.

Tell me, we pass fresh, if I want with promo, cles
I go out at night and you don't see it, hitting the bosses' eyes

Up to Birmingham, smoking weed from Amsterdam
They say they have eight homicides, he smokes it like an elephant-

It's your girl, but I kissed her
Catalan, her name is Mercedes
She spends it on TV's
Listening to Moha the B

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