LYRICS GAME

If you don't know where I'm from, don't flex on me, no

If you don't know where I'm from

Don't flex on me

If you don't know where I'm from, don't flex on me, no

If you don't know where I'm from

I'm from P f*ckin' R

The thugs with the R

Better that you shut your mouth

Before my people bury you

I'm from P f*ckin' R

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

Every day it's hustled

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

M*therf*cker, I'm grown

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

I'm from P f*ckin' R, R

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

I'm from P f*ckin' R

The thugs with the R

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

Tell me who you R

For the K9 the FR

I'm from Puerto Rico

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

The 22 from C like Vico

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

Listen to me, bro

You're clear that I'm one of those who does whatever I want

Arcángel, The Marvel

Mr. Kendo Kaponi

Everything that the sky watches has its time and its hour

Austin, babe

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