Verse 1

El Grando artisto Mc's musico Picasso

Virtuoso yeah man mi gusto

I'm too focused to know the names of my rivals.

I'm seeking light though, wait more light though.

When the gossip comes around we don't understand that language no hablo,

me? no hablo, you? no hablo, me? no hablo.

my grannies ageless so its classico.

see they don't want to know what I know

if they talk let it run it shows there weight, where I'm number one doesn't challenge second place.

told them wait pause been locked for days

told them wait pause are you hating on my state

told them wait pause said it with a straight face

told em wait pause been locked for days I told them...

Verse 2

I still do this for the energy

I'm dishing all hits now back to back.

I'm Ricky Bobby for the repeat, you're not first well damn you know your last.

Seen her every after show 7 days a week.

She wants a taste, just a little peak but

I have a heart, but I lost my heartbeat.

So not a peep, check her phone for a leak

Don't even bother she's an undercover

But undercover's she's never frontin

Don't kiss and tell so I'm saying nothing but...

To trust an undercover, undercover's must be buggin.

my moves are presidential on a need to know.

I'm Pablo Escobar in my post

I think I'm on to something think I'm on a roll.

I think I caught the Midas, everything is Gold.