With my .40 and my .45, in the Impala I bring the stash
And I sell it to the gringo
I have my 9 tucked in my belt, it's always been my instinct
The one that doesn't let me go extinct, let me cut it and I'll paint them
The owner of the place, master of the written word
The master of crime, I melt the ice
I turn stones into granite
Just ask around the block for the prettiest one (oh!)
Baby, don't complain about what already happened
If you forgave, it was your decision
I admit, honestly, I'm a crazy guy
But every crazy guy has a heart

I'm on tour duty, with the drugs hidden
All the saints protect me, I had no other way out
Don't get negative, I had to make my moves
I had no alternative, I was born to be on top
Famous gangster because that's how it came to me, famous gangster
Now I'm a famous gangster because that's how it came to me, famous gangster

With my .40 and my .45, it's another day
Another dollar that I take from the gringo
I've been hustling since fifth grade, I do a lot of business
That guy is my Clinton, that's why I already have for Lincoln
To hell with your jealousy, I want money and breasts
Champagne with models, women, five ice cubes
Only the consolation remains
That I'll be a boyfriend until I'm a grandfather, oh
Neighborhood music that saved the thug
Forget about the looks, I earned it by rhyming
Stop nagging, honestly, I can't stand you
I'd rather keep smoking
Baby, don't complain about what already happened
If you forgave, it was your decision
I admit, honestly, I'm a crazy guy
But every crazy guy has a heart

I'm on tour duty, with the drugs hidden
All the saints protect me, I had no other way out
Don't get negative, I had to make my moves
I had no alternative, I was born to be on top
Famous gangster because that's how it came to me, famous gangster
Now I'm a famous gangster because that's how it came to me, famous gangster

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