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I'm aura farming in my balcony every morning with Cuban coffee
Working on my physique and my profile
I treat this shit like a marathon, can't stop now
You know what they say about the ones who talk loud
Shh, keep a low profile, aye
What they talking about? Whole lot of none
Never paying mind, only getting to the money
I'm aura farming in my balcony every morning with Cuban coffee
On the daily taking risk, I roll the dice
If I want it, don't you dare repeat the price
In the ring, man, I be feeling like I'm Tyson
Out here in the field like a bison
Them broke boys hating, trifling
In my own world, never dialed in
Ain't no one invited, bitch you know that we be locked in
Ay, no detours, I'm restored
I'm working all on my body
I know them haters trying to find them skeletons in my closet
How the fuck a whole grown man getting online with that gossip
I think you worried about the wrong shit with late rent in your pockets
El Nicoya Big Dade, el más versátil
Word to Daffo, soy el duro de Miami
De que me sirve colectar un par de Grammy's
Si solo quiero un chante pa' mi mami
Ay, if discipline involved, then it's getting lonely
Southside Dade, at it every morning
Ay, ain't no FOMO, I don't miss the party
47 these my brothers, not my fucking brodies
Ay, we ain't worried about the other side
Shit that they be talking, sound like lullabies
Pressure got 'em folding, they ain't fortified
Bitch, I'm back on my grizzy like a bonafide hustler
Any direction I point, they bust ya, flush ya
All on my own, take down your structure
Tough luck, only need my two fingers to crush ya
I ain't never scared, feeling like I'm Bone Crusher
What's the ruckus? Can't nobody stand beside us
And if you looking south, we them newruff riders
Ay, moving silent, but you peepin like a siren
Dade
What you talking about?
Whole lot of none