When you smells like fuel, don’t play with fire.

A wise man once told me, if you have cotton on your backside, you don’t play with fire.

They say I’m a villager — I know.

I only wear fake clothes — I know that too.

I know very well they don’t like me.

If I lose focus for a moment, they will shut me down.

Don’t tell me to be careful — I already know.

I have no time for parrots, my journey is very long.

I cannot stop it; what I’ve brought is very big.

If you meet me, you better step aside.

At the speed I’m coming, I will knock you all down.

But where I’m going, I’m taking it step by step.

They say it is in gentleness that one receives from the king’s hand.

To all my brothers in the ghetto — one day we will forget all this pain.

So bad energy, stay away from me. I am a hustler.

I’m praying that mama’s health will be okay,

So papa can go to work and come back with something.

I’m a hustler, the streets are so hard,

That’s why I pretend, staying careful,

Like I don’t hear anything.