(Mister King is here) Your favorite artist talks about the zoo in his songs
Your beloved bitch is losing her mind over the song
The walls of my city? Worse than a haunted house
Hostile clan, patriarch of rap, of the city
The next generation passes the message, they're violent, my face
Battered, dented, violated, welcome to the jungle
Traffic, fast car, armed, business and bye my face
I'd rather die on my knees, than take it in the ass

From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, big brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground

I don't erase my sins, I break my chip
Do you miss me that much? Come get my chip
I raise the hood, let the haters suck it
Where were you when I was pushing in the cold like a Russian?
The fam, the money, dude I'm QLF
Dad who educates me, the hatred that raises me
In the shadows, anti-solar system
Payday, middle finger in the air

From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, big brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground

I smoke in the night, eyes in the moon, I have my eyes in the void
I'm so hungry, that I'm ready to go get shot in the stomach
Sold like a damned, down, tired of hanging around
I'm stoned, I dream of going home, going back to the studio
I don't care about sleep, you don't know the same terrain
Shave Balotelli's crest
You ask me "What do you want us to do?"
I answer "What do you want us to do at the hotel?"
No star in my sky, Baba, shoot a spark down there
I have a buck to make, to put in front of Baba's door

From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, big brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground

It's on us that the elders bet, on the injection they focus
Ask S-pion, we brutalize them and we don't apologize if we put it to you
Look how they analyze, the flows, the technique we use
To put it to you, we don't need booze
Give us a mic you'll see we break it
We master the beat, no treachery, we despise you
It's a crisis like getting out of prison, strike a pose, capture the shot
Please don't act like a miss, only the train hasn't put it to you
You constantly make a fool of yourself, you stink, don't kiss me

From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, little brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground, big brother will go get the money
From the window to the ground

Bitch what do you want? I have the gang in the flesh
IGD Sosa banga does our business
We the fam' first we have nothing left to lose
Fuck all these sourougnas, I talk to them backwards
You've done dirty, you're looking for a clean girl?
You'll only fall on sluts
We won't talk anymore
Light you up and put you out, it will be the last word of the latecomer
I have the recipe to hit the recipe
Vida loca, gotta filoche the Q7
Ganda, the young ones from my place, the young ones from my place
Have hagar the big ones from your hood
The wider the smile, the more I distrust
Camera in my city, bibi, gi-gi new challenge

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