They know that sh*t blows up when my voice shows up
I walk the doggies while rolling some flowers
I roll with the grown underage ones
We arrive, burn, eat, sing
We leave the party like it's nothing
They feel badass with tracks I make
If nobody knows you, play over there, hmm
I keep my style tight but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, yeah
A separate point in society
Just another saintly kid, now not so much, ma'
Year 2007, your clique in diapers, me in Comuna 4, ma'
Lost, hmm, from so much flash
Hurting counting cash, n*gga
They think that I can't take it
I got their girl all craving
They respect me for my humility
Better to talk little than talk too much
Businessmen with ties, with me-with me-with me no
I want that shorty with me, so I don't live with my pain anymore
Fresh, mint, hmm, my face goes in slow motion
Whoever lives it doesn't tell it, sh*t
I'm always walking with my head upside down for the money
They're four toys without a story
Heavy problems in the hood for the money
New motherf*ckin' sh*t is coming
We won't do anything to you, don't worry
So much smoke that the lobby catches fire
So many sticks that they called the cops the cops (the cops)
Again I'm rolling and they don't call me Diego
La Boca is on fire
Danger raised me, I'm not afraid of them
If I don't blow up this year, see ya, a kiss
Since Biza knows much more about that
Like Biza, like the vis-à-vis, he lets everyone know about my verses
And I roll with the brodies, hmm
With the grown underage ones
We arrive, burn, eat, sing
And we leave the party like it's nothing
You feel badass with tracks I make
Play over there, play over there
Mom, I keep my style tight but it slips away
But it slips away, hmm, yeah
A separate point in society, hmm
Just another saintly kid, now not so much, ma'
Year 2007, your clique in diapers, me in Comuna 4, ma'
if Trueno warns you, well
I'm his great-grandfather