LYRICS GAME

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'm in my moment

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

I feel like Jordan

They've copied all my moves

But

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

If El Russo calls me

Tell him that I love him

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

Move up in rank

Move up in rank

I started writing while staring at my Glock

And I found the recipe

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

Fear doesn't make money

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

Move up in rank

Move up in rank

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

We came from below

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