I, Kilvertz
First grams, then they were plates
I walk the same shit with different shoes
Oh fuck
Pri-first grams, then they were plates
And in the kilos the problems break out
I represent the ghetto, those you call jarraca
To those who are looking for money to help at home
I walk the same shit with different shoes
Another time I opened the door, they put a lock on it
I know the route without using maps
I’m looking for handsome people to make my people beautiful
I represent the ghetto wherever I go (Wherever I go)
Friday couscous, Bastard, you better not cross the line
Don’t break the silence of the crazy man who always remains silent (Shh)
When I was little I dreamed of leaving the neighborhood
As a child I dreamed of having what I needed
Ah-now misery is in fashion, it’s the opposite
You don’t know how difficult it is to grow without a salary
My brothers in the north are looking for qishta
They do the tasting to sell the They relax their mind, they put bonono in the shisha
They don’t fuck with Tekashi, they prefer a Tokischa (Tokischa)
In business antipatic, khoya, zero friends
In the car with the walkie, thirty kilos behind
On the spot black gloves, just like the coat
We continue forward even if we hear tir—
First grams, then they were plates (Plates)
And in the kilos the problems are unleashed (-satan)
I represent the ghetto, those you call jarraca (-rraca)
To those who are looking for money to help at home (Home)
I floor the same shit with different shoes (Zapas)
Another time I open the door, they put a lock on it (Lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (Maps, maps)
I’m looking for handsome people to make my people beautiful
We-we grew up without a plan but we went looking for plans (Plans)
German engine on the highway, no rivals
I’m telling my life in the instrumentals
Cut the plant well, don’t subtract decimals from me (-evil; nah)
The phone rings, another mission plays (-sion)
Discipline, work, determination
Family, my only motivation (Aha)
If you are from the neighborhood you know the situation
Grow without bread, grow without cash
Turn on the light, turn on the gas, look for peace
Hit the ball, try the hash
After that action there is no going back, everything goes backwards
Everything goes well until you want it to go perfect
The human does not understand that we have a defect
I have seen families broken by indirect consumption
That’s why I say that drugs have a double effect.
Pri-first grams, then they were plates (Plates)
And in the kilos the problems are unleashed (-satan)
I represent the ghetto, those you call jarraca (-rraca)
To those who are looking for money to help at home (Home)
I floor the same shit with different shoes (Zapas)
Another time I open the door, they put a lock on it (Lock, lock)
I know the route without using maps (Maps, maps)
I’m looking for handsome people to make my people beautiful (Guapa)
First grams, then they were plates
And in the kilos the problems break out
I walk the same shit with different shoes
I know the route without using maps
‘I’m looking for handsome people to make my people beautiful
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