We’re deep into the green
The kilos arrive in December
Dressed all in snake
With a baby who lies to me
Baby face, fucking king
She looks at me and says my name
I’m rocking like Kurt Cobain
My jewelry shines, wearing Philipp Plein
The baby calls me to pay for it
And I pay without any problem
I heard your album, sounds like a parody
I swear that crap makes me feel sorry
I go out partying, feeling like Neymar
Still with Bardero$, I die real
A couple of fools throw shade at me
But more than one wants to end it all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they want to end it all
Yeah, yeah, more than one, they want to end it all
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they want to end it all
Yeah, yeah, more than one, they want to end it all
We’re deep into the green
The kilos arrive in December
Dressed all in snake
With a baby who lies to me
Baby face, fucking king
She looks at me and says my name
I’m rocking like Kurt Cobain
My jewelry shines, wearing Philipp Plein
We’re deep into the green
The kilos arrive in December
Dressed all in snake
With a baby who lies to me
Baby face, fucking king
She looks at me and says my name
I’m rocking like Kurt Cobain
My jewelry shines, wearing Philipp Plein
I’m on a spree, always with my crew
But OK, one more and everything’s fine
Crazy, I’m out writing my path
They surely want to take me down but don’t have the edge
I don’t know what they’re talking about, seems they’re asleep to me
The kids from the street, now we’re grown
I know who I’m with, with the neighborhood
Fucking good players, always blessed
Diamond mode, I’m in sport mode
And we never had the support
This is pure work and sweat
Daddy, I have no comparison
Deep in the game, I can’t love you
I’m crafting a masterpiece
You tried to stain me to climb up
Mine is big, you’re a fraud
Yeah, yeah, everyone’s looking for me
Yeah, yeah, I’m killing the scene
You were stunned, we started from zero
I stole your girl like a bandit
She came close and said “I love you”
But I’m only interested in the money
We’re deep into the green
The kilos arrive in December
Dressed all in snake
With a baby who lies to me
Baby face, fucking king
She looks at me and says my name
I’m rocking like Kurt Cobain
My jewelry shines, wearing Philipp Plein
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
That’s not music