I'm going, mom, I'm going, mom
To the street, mom, I'm going, mom
I go out, I go out flaite
I go out, I go out flaite
I'm going, mom, I'm going, mom
To the street, mom, I'm going, mom
I go out, I go out flaite
I go out, I go out flaite (yeah)

I go out flaite
I have the bills behind me
In the street, there will always be a problem
Mom, don't be sad, I know I have to die
One of these days, but change the subject
We change the switcher, we change the system
Now it's me who gets the girls
Now everyone calls me, wanting to make tracks
DBS studio, we light it up in flames
I'm Yakuza Mafia, we have the katana
My flow is awesome, bro, it can't be matched
And the people in the street are in bad shape, they give themselves away
In my crew, everyone is firm, no one slips
I know why you envy me so much
I'm with your girlfriend, a jacuzzi, and warm water
I have a nine that comes from Russia
God bless my family in heaven and on earth

Mom, don't be sad, God blesses me fully
I have a couple of gunnies that will turn off your light
Always with the green, halfway in the light
"Where were you?" you said
I have friends who call me kiu, uh
Mom, don't be sad, God blesses me fully
I have a couple of gunnies that will turn off your light
Always with the green, halfway in the light
"Where were you?" you said
I have friends who call me kiu, uh (hey, hey, hey)

I always go out flaite, dressed matching
Now we're fresh, we're not broke
Used to be an ugly duckling, now I'm sought after
I don't forget the street or what it taught me
We're not like before, it's another display
I'm nailing girls only with implants
Yakuza Mafia, the gang is ahead
In 2020, breaking, breaking forward
Come and place everything they throw at me
When I pass, I know they look at me
Shots on the net, the face sighs
They suck up front and turn their backs (hey)
For every bad-mouthed person, there's an Iranian stick
For those who don't trust, they'll feel the pressure
I want the money, fame expires
With real ones only, none fake
I'm in the street looking for the money
With pure brothers, I have no boss
Of the bad girls, tell me your preference
I don't copy the flow, use me as a reference
I'm loaded, looking for money
I keep your corner, also your girl
Hustling day and night, no buts in the street
Many friends in jail out of desperation

Mom, don't be sad, Jesus takes care of me
For all these fools, I have my 40 full
Always with mine and not with fufu
"Where were you?" you said
In the bad times, you weren't there (uh)

I'm singing verses worth six hundred thousand
I don't drop bars, I drop projectiles for the track
You guys aren't flaites, the street doesn't define you
The girl wants a massage, and for her, I'm the King E
Mom, don't be sad, I'll come back from the street
Last night I talked to God and proposed a deal
To take care of my family and keep mine well
And to this day, I keep being blessed by Him
And I don't complain about everything I've been through before
I'm giving my all at a very advanced level
They envy me, the style is very elevated
I already violated the track, I'm in degenerate mode
I'm the figure like Alexis in Inter
Look at my wrist, dazzled by the Piter
Even if they try to climb, they don't reach my height
Sincerely, Kratos, the God of writing (hey, hey)

Mom, don't be sad, I know it was you
I have a couple of friends to form the chaos
I gave the light to the mandrills
They're waiting for you to mess up
We have all the steel full
And a light on your forehead

(I go out, I go out flaite)

I'm going to the street, mom, to look for it
A bandit never talks about what he does
Don't be sad, I'll find it
If not, I'll steal the luck
My friend calls me kiu, cold as an igloo
The badge on your girl, recording on the iPhone Plus
Sub-zero, ice, ice
Bitch, girl, I do what I want
We arrive at the club, and my gun is automatic
To reach this level, fools lack practice
Chew, pray, make the badge
In Calimbari, the girl gets satanic
Skrrt, celestial, I score, CR7, bang, bang
At the show, pay me my money
Héctor Lavoe with the youngsters
We're good, we're fresh and strong

Mom, don't be sad, God blesses me fully
If I see it blurry, my friend, I give the light
We hang out where you can't enter
We're always fresh, cute Loui Vui
Holly-holly-Hollywood, sa
White diamond matching with the White-T (yeah)
Stick to Chile and look for a lassie (yeah)
The throne is mine, and they don't take my seat
Making it rain, take out the umbrella
The one who lives forever doesn't exist
I got this life, I didn't choose it
You chose a street warrior
Even if I quit hustling, all the scars remain
I never arrive on time, there's an excuse (uh-yeah)
For her, I spend 38 on Medusa (skrrt)
And if you cross paths with her, yeah (grr)
I stop you with the Yakuza gang (pauw)

Mom, don't be sad, God blesses me fully
I have a couple of gunnies that will turn off your light
Always with the green, halfway in the light
"Where were you?" you said
I have a baby who calls me kiu, uh (yeah-yeah)
Mom, don't be sad, God blesses me fully
I have a couple of gunnies that will turn off your light

Yeah (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, DBS (ey-yeah)
Yakuza Mafia (Yakuza Mafia)
Loyalty Gang Gang (Loyalty Gang Gang)
Hey, Jaudy
My friends
Make the sticks, we already look like a hardware store, tell me what's up
Tell them DBS
Hey, King Savagge in the house
Tell me Tatan
And who am I?
Your cutie, you, ah, better let my chain tell you, sa
Tell them Galee (Galee, Galee is the king)
Yakuza Mafia
Yeah, from Chile to RD

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