I don't waste my time, but your people move too slow All this I have is called a problem I think about it, I invest it, I win it and I burn it I break it, I press it, I mess it up and I burn it Ey ya, ey ya I always burn it Ey ya, ey ya I double it, I invest it All those rappers are morons I turn them around like a spinner I grew up on the streets and you watch TV You know it's true, ey ya Don't make me shoot, because if I do, I'll hit you with your bell I'm going to work, but throw me the wicker Ey ya, throw me the wicker, I don't waste my time Brother, your people move too slow All this I have is called talent I'm like Buddha, third eye open I'm Christ's ***, thorns in my body Ey ya, ey ya Thorns in my body Ey ya I've died and I'm back With blood on my chest like a shot They want me to stop, but I won't For you I'm your father, respect the ranks You know it's true, ey ya I don't have problems, I have to finish it If that comes to me, I have to take it out They don't come for that, they throw me the wicker You know it's true, ey ya Your *** is cheap, I spit cement Ey ya I think about it, I invest it, I win it and I burn it Ey ya I'm like Christ, thorns in my body I'm like Buddha, third eye open Ey ya Without the money, I don't count with you For me you are dead Ey ya Ey ya I don't waste my time, but your people move too slow What I have is called talent I count the euros and then I invest it Smoking kifes, what a tense father The crazy ones from the neighborhood are inside If I make you a son, I put Lorenzo My brother, the thing is that I don't even understand it It's my turn, you know I'm dead The crazy ones from the hood to the port If you're a hood, for me you're dead I'm like Buddha, third eye open All those things, I still remember All those things, I carry them in my chest All those things, I never sleep My brother only talks to me about money My mom knows very well that I love her Ey ya Ey ya Ey ya