Corum (part. Angel Almaguer)

In our thing
There's not much curiosity
This is the behavior of a man of honor

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 an extended tape
In MGM 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 I invite you in a while
Louis Vuitton trainer, all black, I’m ready
Even if they watch me, 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
Business and elegance like Frank Sinatra
Those government filters never scare me
I dodge 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 cost the company and carry the damn name

Money that comes in batches, it’s not hot, it’s not luck
They know I’ve been hustling 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 in front of her 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 an extended tape

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 from Semanario Z, they don’t take me down anymore
My mind shines

Compadre, Víctor, pure rich dead
And long live the CT company, you bastards
And it’s Angel Almaguer