Corum (part. Angel Almaguer)

(In our thing)
(No one's really curious)
(This is how a man of honor behaves)

(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

With a corum in my hand
I feel like Ben 10 with the monsters I carry
Oh, abracadabra when I speak
'Cause with tricks and keys, I open the paths

Oh, and from Brunello Cucinelli
I wear the suit, silent luxury in pure Gambino style
For those who know, know, that's what the godfather told me
And a banana clip with the tape extended

At MGM in Las Vegas, bingo
Like two, three Lincolns, I'll explain it to you in a bit
I roll with people like Vito Corleone
And don’t be shy, if in a bit, I invite you

Louis Vuitton trainer, all black, I’m flexing
Even if they stare, bro, I’ll jump right in
Just let me show you my patents
So you can see what I’m made of, so you can see what I do

Money, my spiritual medicine, calms me down
Business and elegance like Frank Sinatra
Those government filters never scare me
I outsmart them with my transport agency if they stay quiet

I’ve got several stamps in my passport
From the Netherlands, the East, and the North
Let’s not even talk about luxury, I’m about to make a cut
I host the company and carry the damn name

Money comes in batches, it’s not hot, it’s not luck
They know I’ve been grinding since forever
We win in polar regions, I pilot them suddenly
I didn’t have class attendance, but today I’m present

In life, a millionaire like I wanted
The teacher said I wouldn’t make it
Today passing by in the car I told her about
Everything turned around, now my life has changed

With a corum in my hand
I feel like Ben 10 with the monsters I carry
Abracadabra when I speak
'Cause with tricks and keys, I open the paths

And from Brunello Cucinelli, I wear the suit
Silent luxury, pure Gambino style
For those who know, know, that’s what the godfather told me
And a banana clip with the tape extended

And just so you know, I move it with Mendivil
R-15, yeah, I also carry a mini one
Exclusive connects on an island in Waikiki
The badge weighs more than my rainbow Hublot

And like Frank Costello, little pin, no joke
From KryptoSite I bring Ethereums, I don’t care about activity
And I roll like the Isis, well covered like Islam
And they don’t take me down from Semanario ZETA anymore

The mind shines

Compadre Victor, pure Rich or Dead
And long live the CT company, you bastards
And it’s Angel Almaguer