Azteca Lyrics – Pala Mande
Singer: Pala Mande
Title: Azteca
Renato, set them on fire!
Azteca, azteca
I’m openin’ the gate, sixth chakra, seven make everything move back
I do pranayama, control a pranapana, brother (skrrt)
Like, dude, shake your legs
I have a tv on romale, like tivrea, say it, socares
More grateful than you, i rock it like nivea, like vexx
For those who don’t understand, brother
I have four tramps and they smoke grams
Why do you make, makе, trap? the entire world asks mе, man
I tell them: “jaghe manghe boc and my stomach burns”
Everyone knows we became starving artists
And now if you see me, i have millions in my pockets
I was small and upset when dad went to jail
I was left with no money in my pocket, you played me for a loser
You laughed at me, it gave me chills
When i was dead from drugs from frustration in the bathroom
Now i don’t need drugs because i am the drug
And i inject myself with money, green, it’s my antidote
I buy two t-shirts for forty million
It doesn’t hurt, and my homies tell me: “you’re crazy, man”
I have a mind, it’s not kind, and it leads me to nonsense
I have spiritual sex, like tantra, after i meditate
I have a b#tch, six, one, six, i’m proud of her
We both have the trident on us, as we’ve been to hell often
I address small subjects, metaphorically, see
Don’t believe b#llsh#t induced by these
Idiots, because life takes you where you focus
There is no good and evil, there is only the universe
I don’t believe in hell, i don’t believe in heaven, i don’t believe in the devil and their god
I only believe in my god who is everything and nothing
And they split into an infinity of fragments through the black
Creating mystery to live human experiences and beyond
I realized i’m fried for life, no stress
I’m having fun, i know myself when i exaggerate
I’m sitting and run ghosts all the time, call me daddy long legs
Never giving a f#ck, that’s why you stare
Those who discuss us don’t have money
A few extra floors and i wave at you from the window, it’s too fun
I’m trolling some sh#t rapper you compare
I’m having fun with a fan, laugh at a trapper, let him go
I find out everything i want, that’s why i’m hard
I have a stack in my pocket, no need to count
I slalom in the industry, i won
Ogs in the squad while you talk about skunk
Boys in the squad while you talk sh#t
I make this music become what i dreamed of
Fresh when i leave the house, red eyes, i’m tripping
Your beef is sole, so we’re not talking about trap
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