� They say they have a fair and nothing, expensive clothes are never missing, but missing eggs They talk behind my back, but in front of me they love me, respect, respect, don't forget that, my race So that they show off if they die and don't carry what they teach in front of those people After all, what you bring is not much money, you sell merchandise, but one day you will get the boss, the convoy, what happens? It's not about anything, it's brand clothes, what they carry, I don't borrow anything from them Nothing more than weapons, I cover my face, so that people scare you And pure 8-7-0, my race already knows it � Walking in the early morning, you hear the tires burning, a truck, what happens? And he stops and says, why aren't you at home? Do you have money, boy, where do you get so much money? Do you think you're going to fool me? I know you, I'll tell you something, someone here already sends The kid is crying, they had already warned him that the job he handles, someone else was in charge The truck, what happens? It's polarized, they lift it up there, they say it was screaming Just so you know, someone here sends, they don't want problems if they don't get up �