I walk from the bottom to the top, if you don't talk about guap, then why do you talk, it doesn't make sense Always Nike, never Picho, we don't wear Vans, okay, aha, yeah, tear me up, okay I'm tough, I'm a half-boy, you don't know what's in the pocket, no guap Now we draw CDs, we don't throw white anymore Who would have said that we would be fine Our goal is Rolex, we're running out of time I do hard ***, no pro real, with me map *** My actions, my bitch, free thugger's logic All the drugs I've taken, haha, we're not the same, let Picho have the same point And I play like Ben Hanna in the studio, who I record with, so I get a lot of pain from it I don't have a choice, everything I do is lit I throw away the double cup, I still pour the same I don't look back from the time you died, I have my vision, I give a new one I know too well what I really want, it's really money, they pick up like muscles, my stack fit Live the life I want, I don't have to have dreams 50 crowns for the evening, before that regular I don't let the PC stick, I don't let the kilo weight regular Shoes, jeans, and unity I don't know what to wear for those dresses I only change sides when it comes to the position, I never get used to my club I give away the money, no stress Everyone says hard ***, what do you want from me, when it's still not? *** you, minus debt, and big boy, I'm making a gang Who are you, who is he, another cripple, what do you think King won? When you talk to me, I don't raise my tone Every 2L fan is sick, my gang is like a morgue Another goal, another assist, pow pow pow Humming song, I'm ready, and you're not Your rap is generic, you're a *** NPC or a god He writes Badass, he doesn't have enough, his ears are warm like Triceratops Tell me, how much is it going to cost? I go home at night when I'm bored Bitch gives me her head, I already feel the mood I'm back, bitch, like in Atlantis, like *** I know the name, and what's outside is long Unknown numbers, executions, where's the money? I'm already free from this system, I need more rubber bands To the places of America, those who smell like *** need medicine I'm running away, ride it up, I don't have enough road It's hard for me to have my sauce I'm like a vampire, I live in Magam, I eat through the night I solve the clout, and I steal the pot again Why are you still a feel boy, Tony Cross Monkey Puffer on the record, D.B.C. Gold Bitch, I'm hot, never gold, brr, I want to destroy you like water My hood shines like a white god Haha, pussy Hot boy mentality, 2L gang, 2L factory 2L factory, Klebote, Shea, 2L I want to destroy the position, gang