(Intro) (Heavy sigh sound, a slow 808 bass enters) Heh... sometimes I wonder why I don't do things right, you know? It's always fights in the house, always the same story... (Beat breaks, fast hi-hats) But I'm still in mine, focused on my own thing. I'm not a gangster, I don't have a gun... I don't need to. Listen. (Chorus) I'm not a gangster, I don't walk around with a gun, but in broad daylight I wait for my crazy lady. Her boyfriend working, believing himself to be the owner, while she looks for me to fulfill her dream. To check the cell, to look for the scene, There you have the videos and photos with my chain. (Verse 1) You always fight at home, you always reproach them, but we crown when night comes. That guy snores, but he's just a lump a Hose Pancho, I don't even insult him. Let him speak what he wants, let him keep inventing, while her baby is calling me. He likes danger, he likes my game, It burns with me if I play with fire. (Verse 2) I like threesomes, but only for women, I don't hurt anyone, live as you want. I haven't done anything to her, it's her fault, who prefers the madman who leaves her in the stars. You with the fake movie, facing sideways, And your jeva's phone is already hacked... by me. (Chorus) I'm not a gangster, I don't walk around with a gun, but in broad daylight I wait for my crazy lady. Her boyfriend working, believing himself to be the owner, while she looks for me to fulfill her dream. To check the cell, to look for the scene, There you have the videos and photos with my chain. (Outro) (The rhythm decreases in intensity, echoes are heard) yes... Sometimes things don't go well at home... But on the street we have plenty of flow. Tell your Hose Dog not to talk so much. The chain shines on his neck. You heard...