Business Boy (part. El Guincho)

If I fall asleep, my mom won't eat
And if I take a break, I’ll lose my brother
Street dog, don’t talk to me about stress
Mommy, I’m a thug, I don’t sing like Rels
Everyone who's my blood, wears VVS (VVS)

And the gun I got, protects me like it should (like it should)
I go solo to the block and they roll in a crew of ten (ha)
Full tank, I’m flooring it, drifting on the spot (skrrt)
I just dropped 80, profit’s like 10, brr

And the snapshots (brr), they’re sniffing that stuff
You’re talking to a fool, I never wanna make deals (oh, shit)
You got lucky the first time, the second time I’ll kill you (bang)
I don’t need the perks, I’ll take you out calm (pa-pah)

This soul I got (oh)
Is way too heavy, that’s why I don’t stop (oh)
I hold a grudge, but for power I never sell it (oh-oh)
I’m sleepless, but I’m climbing to another flight

I don’t act tough (yeah), but I do it in defiance (oh)
Flashes mix with screams when I’m rising up (skrrt)
One’s got envy, I see it from afar
I got thirty bullets, can’t fit in the extend-o (grr)

If I fall asleep, my mom won't eat
And if I take a break, I’ll lose my brother (fuck)
Street dog, don’t talk to me about stress (pa-paw)
Mommy, I’m a thug, I don’t sing like Rels
Everyone who's my blood, wears VVS (VVS)

And the pedals like it is (eh-eh), kilos of hunger and they’re express (eh-eh)
I took the road to 3, got to Paris by 10 (pium)
You see them as brothers from the pics on the net
And when they make money, they fly solo on the jet (what?)

Thanks to God 'cause I can be me
I ask for forgiveness when I lose my mind (thanks, God)
No fear, I bring the terror
I don’t feel pain or love either (tra, tra)

They live fairy tales, your street is nothing
Spoty sends you, I cash in weekly
Thanks, God, 'cause I can be me
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (yeah, yeah)

This soul I got (oh)
Is way too heavy, that’s why I don’t stop (grr, paw, paw)
I hold a grudge, but for power I never sell it (paw, paw)
I’m sleepless, but I’m climbing to another flight

Uh, many like Jacob I’m seeing
You don’t know the places I come from (nah, nah)
They clone my DNA but I don’t sell my blood (okay)
I feel empty and to me that’s just fine (okay, okay, paw-paw)

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot, shoot at the rats
Many like Jacob I’m seeing
Shoot, shoot, shoot at the rats

It’s the G with the B, with the B
It’s the G with the B
And I don’t get the rates
It’s the G with the B