17 - Lutz

Com 17 fiquei fresh, e sem cash, hipotético

Penso em festa, eu sou a besta da Península Ibérica

Pensar next, eu sou o dred, que manifesta o império

When you say that, faço cash, encho a bag, meu remédio

Se a vida é trap

Eu só vou animar o trap

Se eu sou bom, meu bolso cresce

Não interessa slow ou fast

Se eu sou trash então dás dash, isso fica a teu critério

Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria

Away, away, away

I’m far far away

Far far away

De um feto para a vida, da vida fiz trap

Do trap comida, comida para o resto

D um feto para a vida, da vida fiz trap

Do trap comida, comida para o resto

E ninguém que m troque a volta, que eu não cobro

Porque é tanta cobra à solta, que eu tou mole

Eu tou a soltar o pó da montra lá da Ralph

Na minha bag já tenho cash, e o resto no colo

Podem vir agarrar os meus, porque eu não solto

Eu tou farto de ouvir no feed que o flow é cold

Não tou fraco, só tou a cansar atrás do gold

Na minha praia é tudo um mar, ninguém no toldo

Away, away, away

I’m far far away

Far, far away

Com 17 fiquei fresh, e sem cash, hipotético

Penso em festa, eu sou a besta da Península Ibérica

Pensar next, eu sou o dred, que manifesta o império

When you say that, faço cash, encho a bag, meu remédio

Se a vida é trap

Eu só vou animar o trap

Se eu sou bom, meu bolso cresce

Não interessa slow ou fast

Se eu sou trash então dás dash, isso fica a teu critério

Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria

Se eu já fui fraco era para hoje ser bom

Porque eu sou massive como o rap que me escorre na artéria

At 17 I was fresh, and without cash, hypothetical

I think of parties, I am the beast of the Iberian Peninsula

Think next, I am the dred, who manifests the empire

When you say that, I make cash, I fill the bag, my medicine

If life is trap

I'm just going to animate the trap

If I'm good, my pocket grows

It doesn't matter slow or fast

If I'm trash then you dash, that's up to you

Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery

away, away, away

I'm far far away

Far far away

From a fetus to life, from life I made a trap

Do trap food, food for the rest

I gave a fetus for life, I made a trap out of life

Do trap food, food for the rest

And no one to change me back, which I don't charge

Because there are so many snakes on the loose, that I'm soft

I'm dusting the shop window over at Ralph's

I already have cash in my bag, and the rest in my lap

You can come and grab mine, because I don't let go

I'm tired of hearing in the feed that flow is cold

I'm not weak, I'm just tired after gold

On my beach, everything is a sea, nobody on the awning

away, away, away

I'm far far away

Far, far away

At 17 I was fresh, and without cash, hypothetical

I think of parties, I am the beast of the Iberian Peninsula

Think next, I am the dred, who manifests the empire

When you say that, I make cash, I fill the bag, my medicine

If life is trap

I'm just going to animate the trap

If I'm good, my pocket grows

It doesn't matter slow or fast

If I'm trash then you dash, that's up to you

Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery

If I was once weak, it was supposed to be good today

Because I'm massive like the rap that runs down my artery