[Verse 1]
I’m trying to reach my limits, The Rap game’s throat under my Gillette
No one’s coming to rescue you, you can stick your good luck charm up your ass
I don’t have a minute to spare, puto, gotta hurry up and fill this briefcase
I bet they’ll all start praying to their gods once I dip their heads down in the toilet bowl
Dad is desperately searching for the dead kid inside him
The teflon vest fits me like a charm
I wear it like Michael Jackson’s leather jacket in “Beat it”
I don’t have a minute to spare, puto, gotta hurry up and fill this briefcase
Our dicks are hard, we’re hard headed, It’s not the internet that is going to kill us
Why would dad disown me, I’m neither a faggot or a cop (I’m neither a faggot or a cop)
We’ll leave this place, and they never not once neither liked or helped us (neither liked or helped us)
45 AMG at the steering wheel, a bunch of illiterate looking guys
I came to kill them at close range, I’ve been outside all fall, winter, summer
No one’s going to clap for you because my album is out, son of a bitch
Remember all the hopes we had of one day murdering you
Around here we’re all willing to die rich in order to pay the price to leave this earth in peace
We’ll end up dead with our Tassimo coffee machines riddled with bullets
Cogno, but you’ll never see us on our knees, yeah yeah

[Bridge 1]
Dark haired, slim, cuddly bitch
Corruption, cocaine
Tears, profits, big caliber
When the real war is on you lose more than just one soldier
Thick fog, smart move
Weapons, botanical crimes
Anarchy, wrah, underaged minors zoning out drunk
At the expense of insolvent fathers and mothers
Insolvent, Inslovent
They were hit by the recession
Underaged minors all zoning out drunk
At the expense of insolvent fathers and mothers
They’re not interested in working as an Interim, no manners
Waking up in the morning for minimum wage is insulting
They understood that thuggin was not worth it without time* (???)