[Intro]
Surely, they might've said that I was finished, before even knowing the man
Wish good health to my close ones before me, you know we went through some shit, huh
Scoundrel
J.V.L.I.V.S
And the sun rises for everybody, even for the last of the filth
[Verse 1]
I'm one step ahead if you think you fucked me, I dream of the plastic-lined van
I serve you in a cramped street, I ain't a domesticated rat
Airs of Mexican Cartels, gun in my hands (Bitch), I don't spend the night geeking
I'm talking about where crime happens
We pull up in big teams, big black cars, topless for the most part
Irons, we only take out Kings, big tits, big ass, I think they thought I was a pimp
I snap my chip, throw it in the sewers, red soles, I crush a butt on the rug, call me papi, ah
Outside, the blouses pick up the flesh, now it's too late for whom you hold dear
Now that you're under the blanket, and to my close ones, I'm rotten
I park in front of the hotel, where the opposing doors open
My shoes are polished like the great men, I don't scare tourists anymore (Oh)
A bit of life to crush, a few magazines to empty
I'm not allowed to die before Sunday, mother made me her cannelloni
Formerly poor in millionaire's residential area, everything's mauve
I didn't leave the scene before seeing you die, a guy with a hard-on doesn't think
We'll put a hole in your six-pack, a million under the click-clack of the mule
I'm still holding the hand that fed me
We weigh the money using the pulley, we die in prison like Paulie
A good friend that comes on time, another that comes when he has time
Drunk, we piss from the balcony aiming for the wealthy neighborhoods
Now that I travel in a Falcon, and pollute like an asshole
I've got expired friendships, but no one to avoid
We'll leave you deep inside the apartment, a head of six in the fibula
[Chorus]
These damn hands were made for gold (were made for gold)
I know how much it costs me, to do you dirty (to do you dirty)
I'm of the same rot as the politicians (politicians)
But in my environment, we age rarely (We age rarely)
These damn hands were made for gold (were made for gold)
I know how much it costs me, to do you dirty (to do you dirty)
I'm of the same rot as the politicians (politicians)
In my environment, we age rarely (We age rarely)
[Verse 2]
Oh, and these ones will never leave DNA (You see what's good or nah?)
No, this damn name is carved in the rock (You get it?)
The good men were killed by hyenas
Black on white in the news stories
I make her high without lean, Cohiba in the lounge (Oui)
We shoot with sawed-off shotguns, we get killed by the cops
Rockstar in the coach, you don't see the eyes under the panes
Stay calm or we'll spray you, oh
[Chorus]
These damn hands were made for gold (were made for gold)
I know how much it costs me, to do you dirty
I'm of the same rot as the politicians
But in my environment, we age rarely