I went from rags to riches

I'm at a different position

Now that I'm up,

They wanna show love on the weekend, but it ain't no XO

These **** gon' end up in ditches

Won't see me in cuffs I ain't acting suspicious

I had to come back home, my grandma's cooking is delicious

Man I can tell that the family miss us

Recife in my blood, that's holy water, praise the savior

Recife where I came from, tell your daughter, bitch receba!

Recife made me who I am, Recife where I came up

Recife flew to Rio then from Rio to Australia

Tell the kids around the block that I'm fucking back

In Brazil, people die just to get right where I'm at

Most wanted with the fucking guys, I feel like Kodak black

When I look into his eyes it sound like 44 on a track

(GRR LUH! GRR LUH!)

Grills done came from Dr Heitor Andrade, I'm the new Johnny Dang

Eu faço tudo com boa vontade, mas eu não quero agradar ninguém

Speaking my language like Playboi Carti, they don't know what the fuck I be saying

I said I don't wanna please nobody, I'm just here to remind 'em that I run the game

Where do I begin? Cos I never left!

They say I'm not the king, but who else the best?

Karma coming carve 'em up with lead

Don't rush me, the pressure can't cause me stress

I got lotta shit on my chest

Rumors I gotta correct

I ain't no DJ, bitch I'm an artist!

King Hektic demand some respect!

I went from bitches to bibles, I have to pray for rivals

Cos they keep losing again and again, didn't know it's a recital

They keeping taking them Ls on Ls

They like a ballerina going down a spiral

They going to hell oh well, burning hanging by a tight rope

I just be laughing like 'LOL', like I just be texting a dry hoe

Working so hard I can never fail, I'm breaking my back need a chiro

All my **** know it's AP4L, this shit is an endless cycle

Said she want my D for real, Portuguese B she a psycho

Never got Ds did well, As and Bs all in my files

Told 'em my music is not for sale, they riding my wave cos it's Tidal

Say she want me and the gang, I'm hoping that it's not a typo

That's just an XO thing, but she'd rather suck on my bro, why though?

Since my last album some shit done changed, I broke out my chains

I hopped on the mic and I did it again,

I did it again and I did it again

In my raps, I try and keep it plain

But it fly over their brain

Like I flew a plane, I'm back home I came

My family's proud of the man I became!

(ON GOD)

No bullshit nah we ain't in Spain

My boys in the A they get cooked on the Stank, no vic,

They really fried off of that Dr Crane

I feel like YB, cos me, you see, I be staying in my own lane

These **** be asking for change, I give 'em a piece of my mind but then say I changed???

I went from rags to riches

I'm at a different position

Now that I'm up,

They wanna show love on the weekend, but it ain't no XO

These **** gon' end up in ditches

Won't see me in cuffs I ain't acting suspicious

I had to come back home, my grandma's cooking is delicious

Man I can tell that the family miss us

Recife in my blood, that's holy water, praise the savior

Recife where I came from, tell your daughter, bitch receba!

Recife made me who I am, Recife where I came up

Recife flew to Rio then from Rio to Australia

(#FREE44 GRRRR LUHHHH)