The throat turned into a desert, is that of the black man who sings
And makes me pay attention to know if something kills me
Or if it takes my breath away (wah)
Live bitter or die giving a concert?
There are no mistakes or successes, they are just attempts
And I am undone (how?)
For wanting to see stars through a roof
Thinking about nonsense while my chest bursts
My face looks like a poorly drawn picture, but that's the least of it
Come, let's hang out, so we can sing
The same three songs that you and I know (wah)
What will we do? There's no plan, we'll see, buddy
It doesn't matter the time or place where we meet (yo)
And I say, "What's good?" (How?)
With the cold of a dead man coming out of a coffin (how?)
I don't want no hoes, much less be the king of the South
I want my buddies to sing my songs in Malibu (what?)
And who are you? (How?)
And what do I know? Uh
We are not rich nor are we children of God
Hey, why so many questions? Buddy, dial two
Swallows of saliva for the dryness and the cough

A couple of dying voices singing about rap topics
With no desire to stop, no time to waste
No money to lose, no loves to cry over
And the head in a flight that's about to explode (wa-, hey)

They see us as newbies but like Hopkins
We are Medallo Bullies, a song on the napkin
We don't dress in Stussy, nor like gangsters
But we are always angry, hungry for flows and classics
If we listen to the hard shit, hemp after classes (uh)
Greet with the fist and make peace (uh)
No one has heard anything from that sample tailor
With a mind in chaos and who complains about his swarm

The damn anxiety has us under house arrest
And even if I hang out, it's hard to stabilize (uh)
Like Uncle Alejo, I started to look for myself
Looking to the sides in case someone wants to kill me
But it doesn't happen, no, but it doesn't happen
With a broken lip but we get home
The body hot and death is delayed
While boombap plays and we drink beer in a cup (okay)
I jump, bounce if I speed up on the bump
In other people's movie, I'm a supporting actor
But they pay attention to me for the speakers I break
And the pearls of my rap, I separate from the talkers
I need a breath (Uhh)
Because this doesn't stop
The music doesn't sleep so I wet my face
The beat hit me, made me sit down
And forced me to hit harder every time I sang

Yo-yo, uh
This doesn't stop, black man, uh
Oblivion in this, bitch
Damn, Uh
Shout-out Saygi
Shout-out Matei
Amen, daddy

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