Libras - Sentino

Culten setting fire on the beat. HUT

How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time
Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind
Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind
Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed
La calle me llama
Euro, dólar, libra
No duermo en mi cama
Me quiere la esquina
Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia
Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia

Back on a paper route
I've never chased no clout
Wait till the team come out
They won't say it to my face like a fake account
Opps in every city I go to
And if I don't then it don't feel normal
Police went up when I blew up in Poland
Got a few Rollie's few of em' stolen
Puerto Banús to Mallorca
[?] got used to the torture
Who you gonna call, when no fucks given
Shit ton of work, all abuse and extortion
Better than all these polish rappers
Better than hispanic kids acting like trappers
Came from the mud surrounded by soldiers
All my guys real, not internet hackers
Real crusaders with no pirate flags
Mans took shots so we firin' back
Guys come out playin' Iron Man
Get stitched up nice like designer bags
Never went to England, hideout in Spain
All of the Europe is part of the game
Cashin' out Euro's and bottles of Spade
Police want staged just like Saddam Hussein, ay

How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time
Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind
Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind
Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed
La calle me llama
Euro, dólar, libra
No duermo en mi cama
Me quiere la esquina
Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia
Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia

Dime una cosa mal, por qué [?]
[?] conoce el mundo
Habla de pistola que nunca ha visto
Habla de coca de un drogadicto
Yo soy chileno con un polaquito, te saco la creta y un [?]
Canta, canta, pajarito canta
No confié en nadie, esta vida es una trampa
Con la 45, lo hago bailar la samba
El miedo de tus ojos se refleja en mi llanta
Demonio en mi cabeza, me [?] mal la cosa
Te mando dos matones que vienen de Zaragoza
No tengo compasión, busco la confrontación
Te entiero como XXXTentacion
Mi [?] es de Santiago con la rifle trás de mi
Lo pago el avion, todo el mundo esta feliz
No te equivoques con lo que has escuchado
[?] de tu voz, secuestramos tu cuñado

How did I not end the game, cuz feds been watchin' all the time
Cookin' up all that mess with bro, come back up on my grind
Leechers tryin' to eat of me, I told them nevermind
Made a quarter million, three months, wasn't even signed
La calle me llama
Euro, dólar, libra
No duermo en mi cama
Me quiere la esquina
Cuidado con las ratas nunca llamo mi familia
Dicen que te aman, pero solo es envidia