Golfista

(A-A-Ansel)
I'm the Duko
Hey, ah
Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the—? (Ansel)
Hey, ah, wow, check it

Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the Duko?
When I rap, I crush 'em, when I talk, I school 'em
Better not get too comfortable, look at Lucho
We solve the conflict, I hop in the ride and throw on my hood

In the Mercedes through Miami, on a flying cloud
These diamonds are VV (VV), not from Pandora
And they dropped another kilo, my hands are like shears
If I look like a zombie, it’s from the weed and the hours

That I’m missing sleep, but I always dream
If not, how would I have made my dream come true?
See you in a few hours, in another hemisphere
I got wings on my face and I’m not Rey Mysterio

They think I’m a golfer 'cause I’m always with a club
Today I’m more blind than ever, but I’ve never seen so clear
Stabs in the back from the girl, Calamaro
They didn’t expect me to get the Ballon d'Or, Cannavaro

Today I left the airport with my fans escorting me
I just put one foot on the street and the Mercedes is by my side
I wear chrome hearts, that’s why I’m armored
I made millions with the lyrics, but I’m not educated

They’re seeing me everywhere, me or the monogram?
I’m in four countries, they think I got a hologram
Those flows are stolen, then they go and record it
They throw shade at me and then go, they suck it up

In the kitchen, Master Chef-Chef, pulling checks out the oven, checks
I went and spent it, came out brand new in the package
I think I’m a boss, okay, the blunt is my machete
Don’t try to fly with eagles being such a kite

They told me things that could get you in trouble (uh-uh)
But before I speak, they better put me in cuffs (uh-uh)
I’m gonna get some bling, flow Vitette (uh-uh)
And I’m out like it’s 2027 (uh-uh)

A folder with a couple beats from Ansel (uh-uh)
I kill the mic and at home, an angel waits for me (uh-uh)
At this point, there’s nothing that can surpass me (uh-uh)
I don’t sign if I don’t see the envelope pass

They think I’m a golfer 'cause I’m always with a club
Today I’m more blind than ever, but I’ve never seen so clear
Stabs in the back from the girl, Calamaro
They didn’t expect me to get the Ballon d'Or, Cannavaro

Today I left the airport with my fans escorting me
I just put one foot on the street and the Mercedes is by my side
I wear chrome hearts, that’s why I’m armored
I made millions with the lyrics, but I’m not educated

Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the Du—?
Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the—?
Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the Du—?
Yo, show some respect, what’s up? Don’t you see I’m the—?