As a kid I always busted my a*ss just for a polo
I've gone hungry and I swear that I never ate alone
I got into this and thought, 'how the f*ck do I sneak in?'
I've been down, I've been in the middle, I've been in the sky
As a kid I could never afford the crocodile
Patches on knees, sewn with tiny threads
I'm no model, I've never even had style
But if you want, I'll show you how to wear a kilo
I started young with picala robberies
You chug a vodka Red Bull and you've never had wings
Us, clubbing in tracksuits, me in sandals
We're from the L, he says, the organized one
If you take drugs, it doesn't mean you sell drugs
If he throws a package, it doesn't mean they're drowning
If they use a walkie with you, it's not because there's no data left
If someone throws at me, it's to see if the others stick
He says, living craziness, stuck all day in the hood
They talk nonsense, but I'm always in my hood
Life is hard, but less so in my hood
Where's Morad? He's always holed up in his hood
Living madness, always stuck in the hood
They talk crap, but I'm always in my hood
Life is hard, but less so in my hood
Where's Morad? He's always holed up in his hood
You come down to the block and Mr. Daddy greets you
They talk about the street, but they never soak in crimes
We're from the L, the ones that don't run from trouble
We're from the L, the ones that slap a lapa on your engines
In getaways they catch the one who runs slow, slow
I'm a loner, I drop to my hood and they call me, 'crazy, crazy'
The commissioner comes down and tells me, 'Morad, you haven't got long, not long'
I tell him, 'So little that everything I touch blows up, blows up'
This is in the clouds, clouds
Seems it bothers them that Morad rises, rises
In the street with wickedness, I didn't waste time, time
Nobody knows what I went through, nor ever what I had, had
And I know what I had, had
This is in the clouds, clouds
Seems it bothers them that Morad rises, rises
In the street with wickedness, I didn't waste time, time
Nobody knows what I went through, nor ever what I had, had
And I know what I had, had
Li-living craziness, locked in the hood all day
They talk nonsense, but I'm always in my hood
Life is hard, but less so in my hood
Where's Morad? He's always holed up in his hood
Living madness, always stuck in the hood
They talk crap, but I'm always in my hood
Life is hard, but less so in my hood
Where's Morad? He's always holed up in his hood
It's just that that's my hood