I walk with pain, but my boy has pain My boy grew up without a mom, but he walks without feelings That boy has pain Looking for happiness in that bando, I'm still waiting for that man, damn shine Because I did that shit for you bro, I thought of them, but who thinks of me That rapping gives me energy I come out, we have our laughter to each other, that's pure, just like Bonnie and Clyde Shit that I live is a story for life, all my stacks through my veins When I sign at Sony, we cash in, and I get a diamond check Still in the trap, but now I'm flying to Madrid in a private jet All my boys are humble, basic, I say that bitch is busy grinding Looking for an M, I made it, rip hard, I don't need help on styling Nah, it's all about the mind game, didn't study for marketing In Paris, I have your bitch in the back, bro is the question, because I'm not in the picture Then I wonder, who will be my wife? Will I have a child or will it be an adoption? They never turn me on the radio, and this country is corruption I am the herds, the sheep, the birds, and I follow my own construction Everything becomes expensive, baggage doubled, consumption is rising I beat them up like Tyson Fury, those bullets go in and out Cause that's Rita Rieu, no Call of Duty Rap with a mastermind, I'm self-assured, fuck the juries My money now white, but my money was dirty, but my bitch in beauty I beat them up like Tyson Fury, those bullets go in and out Cause that's Rita Rieu, no Call of Duty Rap with a mastermind, I'm self-assured, fuck the juries My money now white, but my money was dirty, but my bitch in beauty I was almost spoiled, almost had to leave the house, I turned a ton and I made a ton Give my mother half, you deserve this, you can go to the sun He said from the world is yours, the world is wrong, realize where I stood For my passport no salary, but now in my pocket a bomb, I tell her fuck off They listen to me, so I work in silence, Ritoni hoodies and I had no license Come in Bolidez or I come on Spiders, I go hard, but my boys in time Fuck with him and these shots, get fired, I got a mic, it's time I ask for a mic, no Tyson, fuck Shine, I do my thing with pride I go hard, so they ask if it's fair, maybe I don't even make it to 30 Sometimes I want to stop rapping, those rappers, they rap until 60 I have my principles, we get respect, can't lose my face Go overseas and it's paid, can't fly for less All my tunes go platinum, since 1.8 I have stamina My pinpass speaks, you talk to me, with a chick in a hotel from Italy I do my show, she goes back to the kitchen My boys on weights, but don't do that, lift it up I beat them up like Tyson Fury, those bullets go in and out Cause that's Ritza Rio, no Call of Duty Rap with a mastermind, I'm self-assured, fuck the juries My money now white, but my money was dirty, but my bitch in beauty I beat them up like Tyson Fury, those bullets go in and out Cause that's Ritza Rio, no Call of Duty Rap with a mastermind, I'm self-assured, fuck the juries My money now white, but my money was dirty, but my bitch in beauty