SR4

Sergio Ramos
I see myself as a kid from the hood raised in a little square in Camas
I never forget where I come from 'cause that’s how I’ll always know where to go
March 30th
The white blocks

He didn’t grow up like you, no no no
Born with two Ballon d'Ors, he’s got them on lock
Caparrós saw him soon
Gala events, red carpets, bling, suits
He doesn’t forget his roots, tattoos
He’s a legend, his trophy case is
Everyone knows him but no one knows who he really is
He’s ahead, don’t come robbing the jail
So feed him separately
Don’t compare that crook to SR4 the mogul
He brought the Tenth and the Eleventh playing on the edge
Today with Ramos, yesterday with Sergio, I went hungry
To the show-off, the glitz, and the theater life
We put a wheel on it and downhill
'Cause we know in Madrid the I is the I
But the number 1, the 4

And in the end, he won the battle
'Cause he never threw in the towel
He’s the flower of the garden, the watchtower
The number 1, the 4
They didn’t believe and he nailed it in the corner
His first paycheck went to grandma
And now with the armband of Spain
The number 1, the 4
What a gem, nobody gave anything here
That abs is from hard work
He always shows up

No time, to the cut, playing long
In and out, boss of bosses
General captain in the capital
Counting millions on Twitter, followers on Instagram
It’s a sandcastle and zero lime
Jump and float, an All Star, SR, NBA DNA
Pure breed like silence in Yucatán
Going forward like Manny Pacman
What a gem, nobody gave anything here
That abs is from hard work
He always shows up

That haha doesn’t stick, your blah blah our snack
His balls aren’t for sale
He comes out like a Panenka, wearing 15 for Antonio Puerta
So keep it up, brake and no brakes with frenzy
He’s black or white, never gray
The Churu is in the center here
MVP of the Champions League and
The big ears for Chamartín
Things went south, Barcelona 5-0
But I saw him fly and kiss the ground
The blame was on the cha-cha-cha, chill in Barna dude
The camero calls the shots

And in the end, he won the battle
'Cause he never threw in the towel
He’s the flower of the garden, the watchtower
The number 1, the 4
They didn’t believe and he nailed it in the corner
His first paycheck went to grandma
And now with the armband of Spain
The number 1, the 4
What a gem, nobody gave anything here
That abs is from hard work
He always shows up

You’re looking for a flaw but look
With long hair or a beard, the kid’s in another league
It was a green Ford Fiesta, windows down, cruising through Sevilla
Listening to Camarón
In the jersey of Pájaro Caniggia
Those were different stories, girl
Today things are different day by day under the spotlight
Of joy, it’s a crazy thing
Since di matei I’ll send you a pic
92. 48

And in the end, he won the battle
'Cause he never threw in the towel
He’s the flower of the garden, the watchtower
The number 1, the 4
They didn’t believe and he nailed it in the corner
His first paycheck went to grandma
And now with the armband of Spain
The number 1, the 4
And in the end, he won the battle
'Cause he never threw in the towel
He’s the flower of the garden, the watchtower
The number 1, the 4
They didn’t believe and he nailed it in the corner
His first paycheck went to grandma
And now with the armband of Spain
And let them hang the gold on you
Best defender in the world, bro
Everything started with you