Iara (feat. SIXMAFIA) - Rielzz, Hyro & Hinato

Nanski on the track Eu miro com essa Draco Se eu disparo, se para na vala Pra quem fala muito, vive nada Sempre tá na falha Tô empilhando vivência Andando sempre com minha gang Gata, preste atenção no meu bando Nos de raça, nóis é o trem Splash essa pulse fez Quando eu taquei dentro dela Ela quer um cara do meu porte Um cria brabo até a morte Vivendo tô pelos fatos Eu não vou morrer na merda Mesmo que custe minha vida, mano Eu vou morrer por ela Morro pela minha favela Morro pela minha quebrada Eu morro pelos meus irmãos Que não me largaram na estrada Eu vivi sempre diferente Deus abençoe a caminhada Porque hoje eu me dedico A viver pela minha fé de raça Morro pela minha favela Morro pela minha quebrada Eu morro pelos meus irmãos Que não me largaram na estrada Eu vivi sempre diferente Deus abençoe a caminhada Porque hoje eu me dedico A viver pela minha fé de raça Contei Lobo-guará Gata, eu já contei de cem Eu quero nessa vida Pilotar Mercedes Benz Exalo 212 Com essas grife, um porte raro Me trajei de traje caro 212, sente meu faro Contei Lobo-guará Gata, eu já contei de cem Eu quero nessa vida Pilotar Mercedes Benz Exalo 212 Com essas grife, um porte raro Me trajei de traje caro 212, sente meu faro Correndo na pista de marola Sabe eu tô de bonde, comédia não aguenta Com a minha gang, ele sempre se esconde Foda-se quem fala de mim A vida tá fácil, mas nunca foi assim Eles não pegam meu flow HOUDINI sem sentimento com essas Bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch Senta no meu colo, bitch Bitch-bitch Jogando Whisky, haxixe no colo da Bitch-bitch, bitch-bitch Wow Sem tempo pra falsos amigos Sem tempo pra falsos conflitos Meu som batendo infinito Enquanto ela fode comigo My boo (my boo) My boo (my boo) My boo (my boo) Sempre atento, com olhos de águia Pardal não voa com quem tá na bala Cash e mais cash empilhado na sala Essas garota joga na minha cara

I am in my own lane, you and me are not the same You're a pain in the ass, I'm a major pain to the brain In my old age, I'll be pimping with my cane Big gold rope chain, flossing in the hall of fame Yeah, I wanna be the G.O.A.T., better be cautious, don't approach Something like a magic show, all this fire in my throat, ha No Barnum & Bailey, but I am crazy, I got two sides like Slim Shady If you fuck around, then it's rock-a-bye baby, I'm amazing Prepared for any occasion, ready for any situation I comes out with guns blazing I'm chilling, I ain't chasing, complex, never basic That sound in the background is me in my spaceship I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Turn off the television, turn up the stereo We've got some dead motherfuckers, Hyro on the radio And I ain't here to cash a check, ain't no ice on my neck I'm here collecting bodies, everybody hit the fucking deck I'll crack a head and crack a smile, what the fuck? It's been a while Dead man walking, what's another fucking mile? Talk that shit, but cop the style, check me out, check the file A perfect ten on that dial, all you bitches in denial I'll keep digging graves 'cause that's just what I do Got some Jack, feeling brave, yes, that's a 100 proof You're dropping bombs, I'm dropping nukes, and I'm probably dropping two And if you're fucking breathing dirt, this song's about you I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Someone here is gonna have to let you know This is my time, and it's etched in stone If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul I'm the ghost inside of your stereo Someone here is gonna have to let you know This is my time, and it's etched in stone If you bow down, then I'll bless your soul I'm the ghost inside of your stereo I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Keep going till I drop, till the hands on the clock run out Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo Straight out the gate, got them bodies dropping Ain't no grave that can hold my coffin I'm going to the top, and nobody's gonna stop me now Another nightmare, and it's coming through the stereo

Have you ever met a girl that you tried to date But a year to make love, she wanted you to wait? Let me tell ya a story of my situation I was talkin' to this girl from the U.S. nation The way that I met her was on tour, at a concert She had long hair and a short miniskirt I just got on stage drippin', pourin' with sweat I was walkin' through the crowd and guess who I met I whispered in her ear, "Come to the picture booth So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof" I asked her, her name, she said, "blah-blah-blah" She had nine, ten pants and a very big bra I took a couple of flicks and she was enthused I said, "How do you like the show?" She said, "I was very amused" I started throwin' bass, she started throwin' back mid-range But when I sprung the question, she acted kind of strange That's when I asked, "Do ya have a man?" She tried to pretend She said, "No I don't, I only have a friend" Come on, I'm not even goin' for it This what I'm gon' sing You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he just a friend So I took blah-blah's word for it at this time I thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime 'Cause I have friends and that's a fact Like AWOL, Isaac, Davie, and Zach Forget about that, let's go into the story About a girl named blah-blah-blah that adored me So we started talkin', gettin' familiar Spendin' a lot of time so we can build A relationship or some understanding I was gonna be in the future we was plannin' Everything sounded so dandy and sweet I had no idea, I was in for a treat After this was established, everything was cool The tour was over and she went back to school I called every day to see how she was doin' Every time that I called her, it seemed something was brewin' I called her room, a guy picked up, and then I called again I said, "Yo, who was that?" "Oh, he's just a friend" Don't gimme that, don't even gimme that Just bust this You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he just a friend, oh baby You, you got what I need But you say he just a friend And you say he's just a friend So I came to her college on a surprise visit To see my girl that was so exquisite It was a school day, I knew she was there The first semester of the school year I went to a gate to ask where was her dorm This guy made me fill out a visitor's form He told me where it was and I was on my way To see my baby doll, I was happy to say I arrived in front of the dormitory Yo, could you tell me where is door three? They showed me where it was, for the moment I didn't know I was in for such an event So I came to her room and opened the door Oh, snap! Guess what I saw? A fella tongue-kissin' my girl in the mouth I was so in shock, my heart went down south So please, listen to the message that I say Don't ever talk to a girl who says she just has a friend

Let them see them in Early days I was in a basement Placement payment came in That shit was bananas Bustin' through my homie door like Costanza Think we ready To fuck these niggas up With my nigga Freddie In a checkered pickup truck Pickin' up hella Henny Lookin' for the hoes I'm wildin' 'cause it's all I know I'm hoping I don't waste it Just tryna to buy my mama clothes Pray my prayers to the Base God 'Cause mama say she think I'm chose I'm hoping I don't waste it I always picture picture-perfect Must have been out of my mind Tried to figure if this shit was really worth it But is it worth this? Probably not, probably got Worse off my few shots I hit "The Boondocks" Play me off the boombox Bombaclast bastards Making music for the masses But I'm zooted off this gas And I be trippin' off this acid Apple at my last show Bitches in my bathroom Hit the stage with my hands full of liquor I'm wildin' 'cause it's all I know I'm hoping I don't waste this Just tryna to buy my mama clothes Pray my prayers to the Base God 'Cause mama say she think I'm chosen I'm hoping I don't waste- Kick it in the back Feelin' black and broke Sittin' in the back Sipping Jack and coke Kick it in the back With them background folk Joke on you She like background folks Kick it in the back Feelin' black and broke Sittin' in the back Sipping Jack and coke Kick it in the back With them black man folk Joke on you She like black man (black man) Apple at my last show Bitches in my bathroom Hit the stage with my hands full of liquor I'm wildin' 'cause it's all I know I'm hoping I don't waste this Just tryna to buy my mama clothes Pray my prayers to the Base God 'Cause mama say she think I'm chosen I'm hoping I don't waste this I'm hoping I don't waste this I'm hoping I don't waste this