Libras

Lyrics

[Producer tag] Culten setting fire on the beat. HUT [Refren] How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed La calle me llama Euro, dólar, libra No duermo en mi cama Me quiere la esquina Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia [Zwrotka 1] Back on a paper route I've never chased no clout Wait till the team come out They won't say it to my face like a fake account Opps in every city I go to And if I don't then it don't feel normal Police went up when I blew up in Poland Got a few Rollie's few of em' stolen Puerto Banús to Mallorca [?] got used to the torture Who you gonna call, when no fucks given Shit ton of work, all abuse and extortion Better than all these polish rappers Better than hispanic kids acting like trappers Came from the mud surrounded by soldiers All my guys real, not internet hackers Real crusaders with no pirate flags Mans took shots so we firin' back Guys come out playin' Iron Man Get stitched up nice like designer bags Never went to England, hideout in Spain All of the Europe is part of the game Cashin' out Euro's and bottles of Spade Police want staged just like Saddam Hussein, ay [Refren] How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed La calle me llama Euro, dólar, libra No duermo en mi cama Me quiere la esquina Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia [Zwrotka 2] Dime una cosa mal, por qué [?] [?] conoce el mundo Habla de pistola que nunca ha visto Habla de coca de un drogadicto Yo soy chileno con un polaquito, te saco la creta y un [?] Canta, canta, pajarito canta No confié en nadie, esta vida es una trampa Con la 45, lo hago bailar la samba El miedo de tus ojos se refleja en mi llanta Demonio en mi cabeza, me [?] mal la cosa Te mando dos matones que vienen de Zaragoza No tengo compasión, busco la confrontación Te entiero como XXXTentacion Mi [?] es de Santiago con la rifle trás de mi Lo pago el avion, todo el mundo esta feliz No te equivoques con lo que has escuchado [?] de tu voz, secuestramos tu cuñado [Refren] How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed La calle me llama Euro, dólar, libra No duermo en mi cama Me quiere la esquina Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia