Funge (part. Psico)

Funge (feat. Psico)

Wet bed gang

[Oz]
I'm smoking a joint, stepping on the smooth floor with the pizzy on a 100 bucks floor
We closed the deal with a wii that he knows, came from Iran with 10 more brothers
I used to do a lot of bullshit, I admit, the teacher punishes man that's a conflict
I told the teacher I won't stay, I have in my mind the routine of a rich man
But today, I celebrate ages like celebrities, my brain armored with rhymes
You see us being toasted and they being played, those white girls just want black guys
Nothing unusual, I'm spreading a disease, I'm promoting myself
Driving in 2nd gear very slowly, wandering and the diva waits, I'm close
I'm in the 'hood with my bro kroa, I'm from the 'hood, Lisbon's capital
My style is like this, it's cold, it's freak
And the fanciest compliment is calling her v-block hottie
And I don't even answer when you call, I differentiate side bitches by tunics
And the pretty, unique, modest girls call and suck those hooligans hood niggas
But I get tired sometimes, I release sometimes and the scene only works with a chorus
But the dance is the same, I move forward the same, and I put the beats on drip
That doesn't matter man I'm in a hurry, I swallow the tears
So mom heats up and puts on the table
Funge and a bit of sauce that I eat

Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus 2 or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 songs
With 2 or 3 niggas, I see
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus 2 or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 niggas
Plus 2 or 3 songs, I see (they say it's all said)
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
(Yeah) this life is only

[Psico]
They say it's all said, it's all good, but if a guy stumbles
It's already a myth, nothing is colorful, put yourself down in the conversation
That's why I pass quickly with gas and hurry in the printed phase
Because I come from below with my people, where you're going doesn't matter
You say you were with us in the scenes, I doubt I saw you
They talk about views, look at the hundreds of thousands I wrote
I'm the ghost writer and I don't show anything
You want top rhymes with that touch, empty the safe, pay
Your rotten staff can't do anything, they're worried
I told the lady bring the funge, any lunch would do
Friends become enemies, the reason they give is paka
Old moments were smiles, today coldness stabs you
Yesterday were deviations and atrophies, today we live with our hands tied
This life is a rotation, steak never ends
Don't compare Messi with those who live in the stands (nah)
Don't compare us, you're terrible, your bitch told me secretly
My bro kroa is fat, spits shit on the track
We fall at the concert, we fall for the rap
I only see haters around here, they say we're dumb, they ignore us
But prepare those elbows, because those kids love us
A guy drops, you have the troops on foot
Everyone chasing the buzz, I've been on a boat for a while
They stick to theory, we drop for real
They say they're on the road, we really are

Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus two or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 songs
With 2 or 3 niggas, I see
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus two or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 niggas
Plus 2 or 3 songs, I see
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
Because this life is only

[Gson]
Today I promise I'll try to be explicit
I just want to make you feel, but
To elevate your senses
First you have to stop being a judge (so)
How am I going to stop being weird
We have intrinsic audacity
And as long as snitches don't spread the news
Everything is easier without the police (so)
Let me try to be explicit
But if I stop being weird
This rap becomes boring and unhappy and
That means leaving you in crisis, apart from all that
If I made you indifferent, don't blame yourself
Because there are no real niggas anymore, just intelligently pussy niggas
And the pussies tell her why you haven't left him or cheated on him yet
She only believes in a godson, she's monotheistic
But fuck it, that life corrects me
And you're not a real thug, you just want protagonism
If problems tire, thugs sleep to rest from living them
And the only dreams they have are not to live more nightmares
And I rap for my people who are at home playing ps4, ps3
And for those on the street who are forced to play with the psp (damn)
So from now on: I fear
And today what I want to be when I grow up: Small
But let me try to be explicit
Forget that swelling in the bicep
As long as you find the key to smile
Fuck what your chakras say
And the wrong I did
People whisper
Malcom X
Is up there asking
Give me something concise
So I make it happen
First let me try to be explicit (come on)
Let me try to be explicit
It's always the same kid
And we eat the funge from mom so we can go eat the world (ai ai, ai ai)

Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus two or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 songs
With 2 or 3 niggas, I see
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
Because this life is only 2 or 3 days
Plus two or 3 pussies
Plus 2 or 3 niggas
Plus 2 or 3 songs, I see
So why would you want to suffer, it's so little
Because this life is only