[Verse 1: Szpaku]
Traphouse so full that, you don't know what to put your nose in
Homies on drugs, 4th day, whores & coke
Take me away from that Mati, though that's not you anymore
Where's all the verses for your woman?
Or maybe it was the money that changed you, if so then fuck careers
I only wanted to have dinner, not to eat in an expensive restaurant
What looks nice, and it doesn't even taste good
Shout out to the female pimp who makes money out of hoes
You said a few valuable words about corrupted people
It was before the ghosts haunted me
It was when I was supposed to only cuddle you
Like that kid which I visited with mum
He heard noises, seen things, he claimed that I had the same
But I had feuds with my father, although I loved him beyond life
I've understood how the psyche spreads, onto family
[Chorus]
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here
[Verse 2: Rolex]
They see us, probably thinking "Junkies in tracksuits"
But I've got books hidden in my bag, not some fat stuff
Those neighborhoods for most are like walls of the ghetto
And still, you swear at everything, until the dirt won't cuddle you
I heard stories over a glass of vodka and cig roaches
If you'd write them down on paper you'd get a Pulitzer prize
Over thirty and I'm just starting to smile now
A generation with a receipt for Clonazepam
Here, with a bundle, the heart breaks with a bottle somewhere on a bench
Tough matters but we have to keep on walking
Although we're not joined by a blood knot, you have a brother in me
Therefore pour me, although the doctor told me not to keep on drinking
Father was an experienced soldier and never hit me, but her father beat her up
But because he was a CEO no one believed her
Old friends in your group of traitors
Now they're worth a million of bolívars Fuck them, (Fuck them)
[Chorus]
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here
[Verse 3: Szpaku]
They don't get the phenomenon of this music
I pull out hearts under beats, smoking spliffs, that's how it flows
In my city, I get caught by a mother of a son saying
Why do I swear so much, that he's young and listens to me
Forbid him from listening, because it's the dirt from those blocks
It's for those lads that call names those who make deals with the pigs
Painted walls, saying fuck'em forever (ha,tfu)
That's what I love, still rapping for that
For my people, who take away bottles from me
I wanted to start sniffing that crap but my friend dealer didn't let me
He said, that the career is too big and each of my verses would be a lie
You give kids a different meaning
I'm from a generation called "forbid me"
And fuck every other word that, we don't say
What proof do you want to know I'm real
I was on top of the hype, had beefs, Mati E.T
[Chorus]
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here
Please hug me
If those bitches will shoot, then hug me for fuck sake
I'll be your vest no bullets will get here