***, who the *** do you think you are? Get the *** out of here, don't play with me anymore You don't know me, I'm the ***ing mafia Wherever you hide, I'll find you I swear on my mom that I'll *** you up Life has a lot of turns, you know? And I swear that a piece of fur is not easy Yeah, yeah They come and take pictures, but they don't know who I am Like when a man takes a picture with his man He only knows that the Madonna is made of gold But he doesn't know that the Madonna looks at them He ***s gold records, I'm not in gold I've been waiting for 20 years to bring them to buy gold In my decades, I'm a smoke of a Marlboro I saw my greatest damage of me and them I greet San Vittore, I greet the bakery The first time I was a minor in the infirmary The doctor saw me in the face and said, Zakaria With more than one injury, I fell to Hia I never spy, even if it's the police Even if my mother sends me away from home Even if she puts a bomb and a machine gun Put me in a grave, we'll all die Where will we end up? Where did I end up when I slept on the train? My friend from Galera came out more stupid Like the evening I come back with my jacket full We'll die like Moreno's records Only that we will pay for the sins in the cemetery We only pay for the crimes Like the lawyers, magistrates and the whole state I come from where they do, 20 watches a year Without even realizing it, like in the contract When I do high rap, I go around the starbuck Your music is now on the shelf, it's not worth a *** It's not worth a *** anymore, it's not worth nothing anymore I can do the ***ing street pusher No van, no caraba, no baba's plate No platinium like Vladimir, I make moments of terror Like Che Guevara These rappers are all top class Pariva, Umaranzo, Squalo, TN, disqualify The first, the second, the third, disqualify The fourth, the fifth, the sixth, who's fighting? They're all fighting for their place The second generation, put it in its place The third generation, I'll be the boss, I can What the *** do you want from me? What the *** do you want from me? What do you do for rap? Don't talk to me What the *** do you want from me? And I swear to you Half of the scene you take it in the ass The other half you lick your ass Lick, lick, you're sure that You'll open a future by doing your ass I don't know how you're sure This note from the guards