I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the Heaven be catching fire
I feel the end is near, I will sit here and I'll watch
Gyard, stop playin'

E-E-Ey, Wairaki, what's up, man?

I have my head in the business
From the benches to the magazines, first pieces with the magazines
In my pocket, I have two drugs never seen before
She is stubborn, she insists there
She always looks at me, she can't resist
I know that a God up there exists
They are always all on the bench while I score goals
You complain to the coach
I have always been myself, these rappers do too many calculations
You talk about brands, about shoes, but how will you wear them on stilts?
I call it green but it's purple
I used to call you "bro," then "package"
I take her away from the chaos

I have my head in the business but if I like her, I would have a child with her
Because I feel she would raise him well
Without you, I have nothing to lose
Something in my stomach that doesn't make me lose
Born on the street, around since seven
I left everything on the sidewalk
Brother, you're strange, I know how you are
You've talked too much and haven't been out for months
Uh, damn, you got me
Weed that doesn't even have an effect
Uh, damn, but be careful
Here people barely make it to the end of the month
I have unreleased music that would have changed my life long ago
Or if it had been released, you would have just copied another piece
When the cats go away, the rats dance, I want a Bugatti
I walk among the snakes, don't want to dirty the Jordans on the sides
Before, a hug from mom was enough to cleanse all our sins
Now I have my heart inside the grinder

I have my head in the business
From the benches to the magazines, first pieces with the magazines
In my pocket, I have two drugs never seen before
She is stubborn, she insists there
She always looks at me, she can't resist
I know that a God up there exists
They are always all on the bench while I score goals
You complain to the coach
I have always been myself, these rappers do too many calculations
You talk about brands, about shoes, but how will you wear them on stilts?
I call it green but it's purple
I used to call you "bro," then "package"
I take her away from the chaos

The rat dances when it's alone, dies when the cat returns
I used to wrap a lot in black, a hundred times your contract
After the first thousand Euros, I didn't want anything else
I made five thousand, I want ten times as much
Because a hundred grams buys groceries and twenty kilos buys a car
But, if I improved the game, I deserve a hefty compensation
I'm a pitbull when I'm alone, I'm a pitbull when I'm in a pack
I defend others, no one defends me
My calmest friend almost committed murder
I don't do snake dissing, never feel targeted
Trust issues, I don't trust, I snort and lose my appetite
You are barely a man, don't feel like my enemy

I have my head in the business
From the benches to the magazines, first pieces with the magazines
In my pocket, I have two drugs never seen before
She is stubborn, she insists there
She always looks at me, she can't resist
I know that a God up there exists
They are always all on the bench while I score goals
You complain to the coach
I have always been myself, these rappers do too many calculations
You talk about brands, about shoes, but how will you wear them on stilts?
I call it green but it's purple
I used to call you "bro," then "package"
I take her away from the chaos

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