The New Religion has no commandments
My b*tches are good, they're not from the convent
I'm getting played even in 2008 in the cars and the Ventos
Every 4 hours it's time for my meds
My people are cold, I don't warm them up
Motherf*cker, I'm cycling like global warming
If you want, I'll retire happy and content
The cars, the houses, and the apartments
The accounts are going up
I die and they build me a monument
I've got these big shots with their helmets slow
Motherf*cker, I don't lie
Shooting at me is like shooting at the wind
Your Gucci purse cost fifteen hundred
Inside mine, twenty thousand three hundred
They've copied all my moves
I kept the bad one, my bad, sorry
We moved up in rank, this is legend level
Don't play dumb, take off the blindfolds
Up here you don't reach even if you sell your soul
But I don't wear jewelry anymore
The street laws have no amendment
So don't get surprised if rrra
That what I do makes you get offended
I don't abuse minors or steal the offering
Or shut down your school halfway through snack time
I just get what's mine and don't drop the reins
You criticize and we, brrr
I started writing while staring at my Glock
To spin quality verses like purple buds
I don't want my tickets stashed
I wanna see them at the house in Torres by Paleta
Motherf*cker, you're not a big shot for moving two Zs
Twenty-seven in the street and in prison you're Ñeta
The street changed, old man, now it's tougher
Big shots don't last, safe routes are few
If we break into your house, have the Uras ready
Sure we'll win, the route is secure
Another day alive I owe to the King up high
We moved up in rank, now we're at the top
Keep enduring me, let the blessings wrap me
They fall asleep with me and even though I'm an artist, I don't drop the Glock
We've got the street hot, Hitler flow
Stars like the ones on the green and the Beatles
Never a follower, always a leader
I raised my ki since I signed with Alex Killer
The skies open and I drop in, I've got something that you can't buy
I'm gonna make millions, it's always been the mantra
Mixing the street and the music like Sinatra
Looking for the light like a beetle
The law of attraction brought it
And now I'm heading to work
From the stairs, I took the shortcut
No matter the pressure they put, I don't back down
2019, I'm traveling the world
The old man won't struggle anymore
Cuban links that shine in the reflection
Needless to say I want the seat
Needless to say another star was born
Every bottle is Dom Pérignon
Glasses up, life is beautiful
We moved up in rank, you write and I don't send toys to the mud
We moved up in rank, the crew capsuled in the Lambo SUV
Thank God I made it and everybody's watching
Thank God I made it and we moved up in ra-ank
Bad Bunny baby, babe, ba-bay-bay