Que Soporten

And let them endure 'now that we're going up
They see me making money, emptying a Henny and some chicks
And let them endure, swallow your damn envy
I'm here working hard, generating money, my saints take care of me

Today we're here in a truck, on our way to the club
Spending Benjamins, smoking weed and well-dressed
Only God knows how much I've struggled, how much I've messed up
Son, not bad for a damn kid who came from the neighborhood

And let them endure, old man, come on
Today we'll finish all the booze we have here, okay?
Eme MalaFe
And fuck poverty, how the hell not
Scratch it, son

And let them endure 'now that we're going up
They see me making money, emptying a Henny and some chicks
And let them endure, swallow your damn envy
I'm here working hard, generating money, my saints take care of me

I've worked hard, I've pulled hard, nothing is given
Dirty sneakers, thrift store clothes, a rooster cap
My dad told me: Whatever you do, never miss a meal
I'm not pretending to be a saint, sometimes in the good, sometimes in the bad

And let's get drunk with my people until dawn
Some cool engines to burn rubber and kick up dust
Let the girls dance, I'm really high, I'll pay the round
Everyone come along and play hard, the panther is gone

And let them endure 'now that we're going up
They see me making money, emptying a Henny and some chicks
And let them endure, swallow your damn envy
I'm here working hard, generating money, my saints take care of me