This is Celloprod on the beat

Cocaine, money, block
Pouch, knife, handgun
Bitch, phone, girlfriend, white
S/O, City, Blanka, dog
Product of the city, yes I'm from the city
I can get you some, it's in my block and it's all my friends
The judges are harsh, they want us to be punished
I want to make money and then disappear, then disappear
I'm in a five-star room, I love the villa
Search in viano no matter the time
I'm in a delirium, the money is good
Money, the money, you know the money
I'm in the melee, I have an ear for melody
They want to humiliate me, I'm going to humiliate them
All this for the million, all this to shine better
The barrel is loaded, Arab from the barrio
They want to marry me, they want to marry me
I work on quality but I do quantity
I work on quality but I do quantity

I'm in the booth, I think about the projects (think about the projects)
I'm in the grocery store, empty the cash register (empty the cash register)
I'm on the rise, I'm making cash, boy (cash, boy)
Your gang, your close ones they smell the fear
It's you who said, "I'm worthless" you said
In a maze, I end up on the terrace
I know I interest her, she caresses me
I take her in the carriage, I give her a carrot
I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops, fuck the cops)

I did stunts in the city
You have to assume, your snack when you have no guts
You come to score the money but some pool shots
I look at Kendall's ass, I'm in the 77
3-03 the time of the Ford Escort
No one talks when my Glock points
You dirtied my back, buddy you have to take
And in all the stories, you reverse the roles
In all the stories, you reverse the roles
I'm hungry for the dough, title of the field
The captain puts his interest
They only know how to rhyme it's not all-terrain
They only know how to rhyme it's not all-terrain, I'm here only for my interest
Be careful where you land, you can end up in blood, pockets quickly dry
Cocaine, money, block
Pouch, knife, handgun
Bitch, phone, girlfriend, white
S/O, City, Blanka, dog

I'm in the booth, I think about the projects (think about the projects)
I'm in the grocery store, empty the cash register (empty the cash register)
I'm on the rise, I'm making cash, boy (cash, boy)
Your gang, your close ones they smell the fear
It's you who said, "I'm worthless" you said
In a maze, I end up on the terrace
I know I interest her, she caresses me
I take her in the carriage, I give her a carrot
I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops)
I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn about the cops (fuck the cops, fuck the cops)

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