Top Ten (part. Villax)
Gera MX
Top Ten (feat. Villax)
Ah, that girl’s a top ten without a bra
All the rules are broken, no order
I see how the smoke spirals around
They look at me like I’m illegal
Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, you know why
Everything you see is ours, I earned it
Everyone turns when they see us arrive
They look at me like I’m illegal, yeah
They see me in your area with a top ten girl
I watch out for her vibe and make sure my style’s not copied
Let’s clash bottles in the air with my crew
Let my track blow up and let the night wrap me up
I used to fill the party since I was raffling Joker
They think we do the same, but nah, don’t get it twisted
We’re not the same, you guys don’t keep it real
You’re just fake thugs rented for music videos
They act tough, but without a ball, they don’t show
Nobody respects them, like state snitches
I feel the air on my face, I want more of this without guilt
I know you hate how I live, but hey, I deserve it
I’m thirty and still sounding fresher with everyone
And if someone feels uncomfortable, fuck it, to be honest
I’m rapping with Villax in a hood in the Port
There are more girls in the house than people at their concerts
That girl’s a top ten without a bra
All the rules are broken, no order
I see how the smoke spirals around
They look at me like I’m illegal
Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, you know why
Everything you see is ours, I earned it
Everyone turns when they see us arrive
They look at me like I’m illegal, yeah
Tonight, I’ll follow your star again, wherever it leads
Fortune isn’t by luck, I’ll do something different until it hits
It’s two, three messing with me and they don’t even know me
The heaviest flow in your block, this hasn’t even started in your block
A sea of love hurt me, I’m going slow, no grudges
With malice in negotiations, no time for low points
I contemplate their prayers, happy if they eat on time
I came from the hood to here, admire the view, homie
My hunger intervened in the game
The street managed to contaminate me, that’s where I got my guts
How do I explain to the devil that I’m his replacement?
Welcome to the citadel, learn some new tricks
I drink the memories, the attempts never end
I always carry my dead inside
I don’t count them, I don’t know where they’re coming from
It’s the pup, ma
The cream of the Port
That girl’s a top ten without a bra
All the rules are broken, no order
I see how the smoke spirals around
They look at me like I’m illegal
Don’t look at me, don’t touch me, you know why
Everything you see is ours, I earned it
Everyone turns when they see us arrive
They look at me like I’m illegal, yeah