Lo Anticipé

Everything's real
Yeah, heh-heh
Light that up right, bro, and let’s fuck this shit up (hahaha)
The OG once again, hey (yeah)

The me now ain't the same as yesterday, now my pockets got bigger
Balenciaga kicks and Cartier shades, hustling for cash made me a millionaire
We’re going piece by piece, I got a workshop, even with a ticket I won’t drop the brush
If it’s formal, shoes shining, I built my castle like a boss

Chillin' in Palma like a prince, fame was coming, I anticipated it
That it would bring money and fame, in a letter to God I specified
Now I’m living on the 21st floor and we keep pushing limits
Your flow always feels like a throwback, my flow’s been sick since I started

I haven’t carjacked anyone (yeah-yeah)
OG from the jump, that’s been proven
They lock the door, we break the shit down
Punk, save yourself a knockout (prr)

'Cause here the punches hit like Tito
They brag with balls and end up all fried
Why are they bragging? Just to leave me waiting, dude, after three Doritos
They say they’re coming? If they’re on foot

Well, I didn’t catch that movie (hahaha)
Used to break nights working, now I’m living off what I rapped (yeah)
A few times life hit me hard, but I never backed down
I’ve always been smooth, I never snitched

And everything I’ve said, I always backed it up (prr!)
Still the same, wait (yeah), hold up, but more selective
Playing receptive, pulling new tricks from the archive
I’m missing and I’ll put a receipt on your helmet

Envy follows me, but I dodge it
Many wish they had the life I live
I don’t mess with anyone, don’t mess with me
'Cause the Draco sounds like the laughter of the Goat, hahaha (hahahaha, yeah)

I left the leathers, focused on the cash
The Benjis I got, I use them as shackles
From eating wings to steaks
Everywhere we stop, we’re clear as day

Know there are always two commas in the checks
You brag about being a thug, but you’re just a cadet (yeah)
It’s not about shopping, it’s about carrying the packages

The me now ain't the same as yesterday, now my pockets got bigger
Balenciaga kicks and Cartier shades, hustling for cash made me a millionaire
We’re going piece by piece, I got a workshop, even with a ticket I won’t drop the brush
If it’s formal, shoes shining, I built my castle like a boss (yeah)

Chillin' in Palma like a prince, fame was coming, I anticipated it
That it would bring money and fame, in a letter to God I specified
Now I’m living on the 21st floor and we keep pushing limits
Your flow always feels like a throwback, my flow’s been sick since I started

Work, work
Prr
Yeah-yeah
Hahaha
The OG once again, hey
Miky hit again, hey
Hey, WÖRRIES, what's up, my dawg?
Damn