[Verse 1: GMBisGeryMendes]
Twenty-something years ago, it was like 5 in the morn'
We get up, on the road, outside it would storm
Moms would bring me to relatives, they bring me to school
In order for parents to work and provide us the food
Got to school, got tested, got into my first fight
Years later, first love, smoking joints through the night
New passion, quit school, now I speak through the mic
Left negativity behind and move in the right direction
At times stressing, I refuse to work for boss
I'm an independent, bring you the message like:
"Don't push me, close to the edge"
Sun shines over here, been on the other side, don't plan on going back to that
But we still got a long way to go
Will I remain humble when I'm successful
GMB still Gery Mendes, man, nothing is changing
Look in the mirror, proud of myself, I finally made it

[Chorus: GMBisGeryMendes]
I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now

I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now
[Verse 2: Luché]
A piccerill agg semp rat fastidio, aizann e gonn e professoress e bocciat all'asilo, e catechism e chiesa. Hot!
E libr mij so e marciapiede, vulann n'gopp e quartier, a scola mij so lezion e contrabbandier. Hot!
E chi me crer, si nu juorn t'ess ritt ca so diventat a voc e n'intera generazione. Hot!
A vita mia intratteniment e l'at, addo e cass so e cazzott e e spar song e rullant
Hot, hot, hot!
Like dancing on the sun, comm e quand acchiapp a troia e te ric ca si dotat
Hot, hot, hot!
Teng o flow ca te squagl, show! Nun ce sta nu post, a gent sta tutt surat. Hot!
Vita Bona è hot! Poesia Cruda è hot!
Spy kill [?], hot, hot, hot!
Lamborghini viola, cu dui luc blu appicciat inquina, sfrecc n'gopp o litoral, e guardij nun cia fann. I'm hot!

[Chorus: GMBisGeryMendes]
I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now

I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now

[Verse 3: Valete]
Criativos como Omero, interventivos como Lutero
A xerife venho de battle tu só sobrevives
Vivem gringos acharam-se vivos
Tipo são do guetto, não querem beefs nem battle só querem uero-uero
Rimas tipo [?] não acertas no aro
Vens com estilo Amília ou Amílio venho com [?]
Não sejas Cílio porque eu disparo tipo thugs de Philly
Mano eu só paro quando eu chegar ao Kilomanjaro
Mudaste de ordem à [?] tipo Gasparov
Em cada estrofe [?] rimas que não comoves
Ineficaz aos vinte e nove aos dezanove incapaz
Não peças paz porque as barras são de Kalashnikov
Nõ [?] para rimar com neurónios
Fiz uma jam agora os teus fams são o meu património
Tu és um stan ou [?] o teu estilo é campónio
Olha para mim e para a minha fam a fazer o pandemónio
[Chorus: GMBisGeryMendes]
I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now

I've been on the road for too long
Times were bad, we had to hold on
Looking back, I'm glad we smiling
We finally made it now

[Outro: Luché]
Who is the best ? Come on, man
Did you ever hear a rapper saying that somebody else is the best ?
Did you ever hear it ? I don't think you'll ever hear it, man
Of course it's me. What are we talking about?!