Samurai II - Jack (part. El Guincho)

Easy times (samurai)
Create weak men (two, two, two)
Weak men (samurai)
Create the hard times (two, two)
Hard times (two, two)
Create tough men, eh (samurai)
Tough men (oh, [?], create easy times)

This is the story of a dude who likes to keep it basic (oh-oh)
Doesn't listen to the myths 'cause the classics sound right (no, no)
Moves slick with the plans of a lunatic (ey)
He was tired of this ride through the attics (ah)

Doesn't say a word if he gets kicked out of school (ey)
Likes to sell bags to junkies, flavor's cool
Doesn't mess with anyone, acts like a regular dude (eh)
Enemies on his list, just waiting like a queue (prr)

Doesn't get nervous picking up the stuff
Doesn't want to be or look like he's tough (no, no, no)
Enemies and he’s got a sidekick too
Wipes them out quietly like he’s the cops (pew)

Lives a life full of regrets
Fighting battles but never says he’s sorry yet
Switches cars and changes apartments too
Fighting for his life, not acting happy, dude, yeah

Cash and leather
Partying with the bandits, then in the afternoon with the good fellas
And he doesn’t say anything nice
The cops snap pics, and he treats it like a game (chill)

Carries the heat on the side, just to scare
Missions and escapes in euphoria, that’s his flair (plu-plu)
Tired of packages and running the route
Wanted to level up, money’s piling up, no doubt

This is the story of a dude, living basic (basic)
Fires shots, didn’t hit like magic (ha, ha, ha)
Paying on the road, listening to classical tunes
Gets his revenge and leaves, classic move

HiLook to protect himself
Doesn’t want love, got a lot of stress (prr)
Makes a sound when he fades away (pah)
Makes a beatbox sound to make them scatter, and the stress

The stress, they want to be us (no, no)
But without a war 'cause they’re the eaters of [?] (no, no, no)
We fire some shots and look you in the face (no, no, no)
They put on disguises and go hunting for monsters

Uoh-oh-oh, he only heard a no
Looks to his side but didn’t believe it, though
Sees his friend who betrayed him, oh no
Says goodbye and shoots, but no mercy shown

Failed in college, couldn’t get a master (oh, shit)
Now they’re begging to buy me just a master (oh, what?)
You’re not a man 'cause your master calls the shots (why?)
You can name me, I’ll gift you a disaster

They support you, pay for spots on the screen
Your little cash in the multi gets passed around (the mu)
I got no support, just working for my mom (just)
God protect her, I’ll see if I’ll be saved, calm

Rolling with the G (G), never the P (no Diddy)
I didn’t even notice when I blew up (no clue)
I’m the B, sounding like a G
Didn’t back down when I made it up there

They locked me up, didn’t tell a soul (no)
Came out half unscathed [?] in the Fioren (shh)
Just a human, AKA like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne)
Never lose focus, brr, G, all okay (okay)

I can’t give in, no
I won’t let myself be sold (no)
Cops wishing to see me fall, no, no
Before that, we’ll take down Milei

Gotta do things I don’t want to
But I won’t give up, and I’ll make my time count too
If I don’t die, I’ll buy almost the whole world
Just bought a piece for my queen, black chrome

50K
LF
50K
Shot (paw)
It’s the G (5k)
With the B (with a strap)
Ah-ah-ah
Rookie
G love
Rookie