🎶roko spanishhhhh

🎶 [instrumental] [harmonica] [trumpets] [beat] (fer's style) 🎤 [Verse 1] up, fool, the day’s begun, but Roko’s lost before it’s won. Rolls a blunt, forgets his shoes, "Who needs socks when you got the blues?" Heads outside, moves real slick, spots a kid with a little stick. "Yo, that’s mine," grabs it quick, "Life ain't fair, you gotta be slick." 🎶 [Chorus with funky trumpets] smoke! Up in the air, Roko Spanish, nobody cares. ¡Chaos, chaos! Running wild, every move? Straight up vile. 🎤 [Verse 2] Walks the block, dodging stares, steps on gum, but nobody cares. See a puppy? That’s his plan, "New dog’s mine, call me the man." At the market, stealing snacks, old lady mad, calls him "trash!" "Orale, señora, calm your soul," but she swings at him with a roll. 🎶 [Chorus with scratches and deep bass] smoke! Up in the air, Roko Spanish, nobody cares. ¡Chaos, chaos! Running wild, every move? Straight up vile. 🎤 [Verse 3] Restaurant table, fancy vibe, Roko eats like he’s on live. Bill arrives—bad news hits, "Carnal, guess I’m outta bits." Walks out slow, steps real light, then books it straight outta sight! Jumps a fence, knocks down a chair, "Orale, homie, this ain't fair!" 🎶 [Chorus with funk and scratches] smoke! Up in the air, Roko Spanish, nobody cares. ¡Chaos, chaos! Running wild, every move? Straight up vile. 🎤 [Epic Moraleja – The Final Lesson] ain't fair when you're running schemes, every move is worse than it seems. Stealing dogs, skipping bills, one day the karma pays the thrills. So if you're Roko—hear me out, if you steal a blunt, you’ll get knocked out. [intrumental] [scratch] [beats] (FER'S STYLE)