If you don't know where I'm from, don't flex on me, no
If you don't know where I'm from
If you don't know where I'm from, don't flex on me, no
If you don't know where I'm from
Better that you shut your mouth
Before my people bury you
A couple of crazies with the R
Better that you shut your mouth
Before my people bury you
M*therf*cker, don't buy it
That this is PR, even the babes thug
In Güirita, Barea flow, we'll jump you
I don't need jewelry to shine
Many cops don't dare to shoot, but PR is small and they'll always catch you
I became a millionaire, now I have my own
Respected in the hoods and in the projects
Your envy doesn't affect me, I'm blessed
But, if we catch you asleep, prra
Where I grew up life ain't worth anything, so it's better that you don't cling, -cling
I also have a bro who'll shoot you and he doesn't fear the police locking him up, -locking
This is Puerto Rico, a place of respect, and it's written with R, R
It's been 15 years smashing little asses with R
Long live the warriors in Barrio Obrero
Where there are alleys, hundreds of crackheads
The kilos arrived from abroad
And the powder for the cokeheads already ran out
I adore my hood with its characters
Couple of prostitutes, savage thugs
We traded the Hondas, now they're Panameras
I come from a village that has palm trees
I'm the highest expression in the alley
And my loyalty, that never breaks
My voice weighs since I was a kid in this alley
To you we only give it through your throat
You talk a lot of sh*t but you don't do anything that you say, say
Ask your favorite gangster and they'll tell you that if I said it it's because I did it
Better that you shut your mouth
Before my people bury you
The club's open until the R closes it
In PR, we drag the R
They investigate me like a drug trafficker because I traffic music
I got out of prison and without dropping a song I have a deal of a million and change
We have two drones over your project and without GPS I locate you
I'm from Guanamato, we all ate from the same plate
And the ones who kill for me, I kill for them
I teach dog tricks to cats, and your case was talked about a while ago
You're clear that I'm one of those who does whatever I want
Everything that the sky watches has its time and its hour
Straight from La Calma Suite
The house of Maelo, of Yoti, of Austin, babe
Puerto Rico, one time, it says-says
La Calma one time, it says