PRECIO A PAGAR (part. T&K)

Whoever lives in this sacrifice lifts up rap even if they sink into a vice (yeah)
Alone, I caress muses, they tell me to write and to keep my head straight (for sure, bro)
Nostalgia in my eyes, I thought about the start while I smoke kush between the buildings
When it was all promise, thinking about going far just out of ambition
People I gained, others left behind
People I swore I’d have here with me
I talk to myself, whisper in my own ear
As if I were my worst enemy
Paying again with loneliness
The time I didn’t appreciate a friend
The time I couldn’t reach my own
For being too obsessed with myself
And with me, these streets are now my home
What I write feels like an oracle
I build another, it feels like a staff
With my crew, we have tentacles (yeah)
Connecting the rhymes and the calculations
Evidence that it was a spectacle
All at an angle, they always think they’re an obstacle, drop the baggage
I’ve paid every price, I’ve learned it well
Walking in the jungle with others lit up
If I go out to perform, I’m left surprised
By all the love and the tickets sold
You can see the pain in your features
I carry the strength that my homies give me
The kids pass me more weeks and more clones
The cure for all these curses

Guess who's back (back)
I want to talk to God (God)
If what He says is true
Today I water my ambition (I want much more)
I want much more
Focus on the mission (oh)
The G's don't lie
And I don’t change my mind, that’s my word

I’m thinking that God looks for bunches of grapes if He digs into my words
Manicures my fury and exhumes the anguish behind the puzzles of speech
Victories gravitate towards me that cost memories hiding truths that bleed
The cycle of the infinite loop in the rite to the prestige of doing this shit
I have my kid smiling and all this stress competing
The price to pay for the invention makes me a channel in the carnal cost of earning my rise
The hours, the days, the goal, the zeros become tiles in bathrooms that I piss in
The mirror inspires me to live from the new and the cause ends in the signature of the ego
Sweet, love, I’m not sleeping today
Under the dope of what I lost
Fishing Sanskrit is a rite in my song
If I teach riding like this
Okay, gold in my hands
The soundtrack dreamed in a black Benz
I read my palm on the skin of the dealer
The future in his hands if I hit the hundred
Open veins to drugs, lyrics that squeeze and choke
While the rope ascends me, the light becomes a crack
In the restless maneuver of giving another turn to the language
Faith in every comma
I know I’m categorized as the one who rides the waves
Searching in the works for a change of skin
I took a leap of faith and tattooed myself on the doves
The hours of life and style regarding this can’t mess with my reflection
Today I keep looking for faces of the man who talks to me face to face in the mirror
I am what I leave, the thread to tomorrow is the faith in what I weave
The prestige in the shadow, life in the form
The diploma in trichomes of the text

Guess who's back (back)
I want to talk to God (God)
If what He says is true
Today I water my ambition (I want much more)
I want much more
Focus on the mission (oh)
The G's don't lie
And I don’t change my mind, that’s my word