I'm back in 2016, when no one was here I was moving the drug with the gang, I had to take this risk And it's the nigga that starts on the track, and stayed here And I'm moving the rap scene, like it was a firecracker Tell me who has the *** check, tell me who got rich Tell me, who will never be a boss, tell me who will stay humble Tell me who came from the favela and went up, my wallet appears until the game of the animal I mess with my money and I get cynical, my saint Cecilia gave me these lyrics And my gang back on the track, without a cap Only talk about the gang, because it's, it's half another thing I'm the nigga who takes this *** out of the air, like the mud from the foot It's that I keep this bitch for ***, it will never be my woman, I multiply the little fish That's why all this water, I'm going to hurt with affection, woman So you can stay in the vat, I'm jumping in the war zone, now I can stand This is the trap area, where the coward doesn't come in I'm back in 2016, when no one was here I was moving the drug with the gang, I had to take this risk And it's the nigga that starts on the track, and stayed here And I'm moving the rap scene, like it was a firecracker You don't even know where I want to go, and you want to tell me the way This is my song, it looks like a bird I've wanted this life since I was little, it looks like the money was made for me Black Label makes her smile, in my pussy dancing And my gang back on the track, without a cap Only talk about the gang, because it's, it's half another thing I'm the nigga who takes this *** out of the air, like the mud from the foot It's that I keep this bitch for ***, it will never be my woman I'm back in 2016, when no one was here I was moving the drug with the gang, I had to take this risk And it's the nigga that starts on the track, and stayed here And I'm moving the rap scene, like it was a firecracker Tell me who has the *** check, tell me who got rich Tell me who will never ride a Chevy, tell me who will stay humble Tell me who came from the favela and went up, my wallet appears until the game of the animal Mess with my money and I get cynical, my saint Cecilia gave me these lyrics That, that, you, uh, you, that, uh, won't you see?