Medallo Bullies

The gorge turned into a desert
It's the one the black man sings
And that makes me attentive
To know if something kills me
Or if it takes my breath away

To live bitter or
Dying while giving a concert
There are no mistakes or successes
They are just attempts
And I'm broken
For wanting to see stars
Through a roof

Thinking about stupid things
While it bursts on me
The chest
My face looks like a
Badly done drawing
But that's the least of it

Come on, let's patch up
So we can sing
The same three songs
That you and I know each other

What will we do?
There's no plan, we'll see, dude
No matter the time
Nor the place where we catch ourselves

And I say, what's good?
With the cold of death
Coming out of a coffin
I don't want no hoes
Less being the king of the south
I want my friends
Sing my songs in Malibu

And who are you?
And what do I know?
We are not made of silver
We are not children of God
Hey, why so many questions?
Panita, press two

Gulps of saliva for
Dry and cough
Pair of dying voices
Singing rap songs

No desire to stop
No time to waste
Without Lucas to lose
No loves to cry about
And the head in flight
That is about to explode

They see us as newbies
But as Hopkins
We are Medallo Bullies
A theme on the napkin

We don't wear Stüssy
Not even from cangris
But we are always angry
Hungry for flows and classic
If we listen to the hard shit
And a hemp after school
Greeting with a fist and
We make peace

Nobody has heard anything
From that sample tailor
With a mind in a mess
And who complains about his swarm

The fucking anxiety us
He has house arrest
And even if I patch myself up
I have a hard time stabilizing myself

Like Uncle Alejo
I started looking for myself
Looking to the sides
In case someone wants to kill me
But it doesn't happen, no
But it doesn't happen

With a broken lip
But we got home
The hot body
And death is delayed
While boombap plays
And we drink beer in a mug

I jump, I bounce if I accelerate
In the highlight
In other people's movie
I am a supporting actor

But they pay attention to me
Through the speakers
What a birth
And the pearls of my rap
I separate them from talkers

I need a break
Because this doesn't stop
Music doesn't sleep
Then I wet my face

The beat hit me hard
He made me sit down and
I force myself to hit him harder
Every time I sang

This doesn't stop, black
Oblivion in this bitch
Son of a bitch

Shoutout Saygi
Shoutout Matei
Amen, daddy