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Pure drug, sons of bitches
Two thousand and something (bitch)
Ah, ah

Moving away from normal thinking
I didn't come here to tell you what they report
I'm training, showing my works
With more canines that create new forms
Discussions are formed, for shit that asks
My environment doesn't stop because you opine
Players who stain their boots (hey)

Barderos click
Group without profits or purposes
Don't estimate (don't estimate)
I'm creating my elixir
I don't have to exhibit it although I can't lie
I toast to wings that don't let us sleep
Like Christopher Wallace, ready to die
Baby, I'm watching the passing of my days (of my days)

Thinking in tones, sands, exits
In my home and the necklace of that girl
In the drug that kids were selling (yeah)
Baby, I don't want more, I can't be able

I lose strength to run and you slip away from me
Don't talk to me about the peace you're going through
You're in the sights of those who shoot effectively
Were you looking for the reason? I can't give it to you
It's pure drug, my son, particular vice

Did you want the solution? I take it out of the closet
High definition in my track vision
Repetition of the crack, evolution of rap
I have Jimmy's state in a concert
I'm banned from that hospital

This is not music, it's drug to listen to (next level)
End of the game, my kills were simple
My ego principles
My vices gave hints
Of my addiction to this mess
It's pure drug, black
This is not music, it's drug
Whats up?

And how to continue?
Talking about good in an environment that prevents me from flying
The city tells me late that today I won't rest
That today I won't return, that today I won't wake up

And how to continue?
Talking about good in an environment that prevents me from flying
The city tells me late that today I won't rest
That today I won't return, that today I won't wake up

And how to continue?
Talking about good in an environment that prevents me from flying
The city tells me late that today I won't rest
That today I won't return, that today I won't wake up

And how to continue?
Talking about good in an environment that prevents me from flying
The city tells me late that today I won't rest
That today I won't return, that today I won't wake up

Yeah, nigga
Pure, pure drug, ha
This is not music, it's drug
Fuck this shit
Two thousand and something
Whores