LEARN LYRICS

A washed rose that activates my wings

Dilated pupils, there's nothing on my face

I stay awake

But I feel my body sound asleep

Between drugs and guns, chasing the bundles

And we dodge the badge, the reaper guards me

The fakes from far away

The picture is complete

I'm in the bad, the AK is my ally

We gamble our lives, this is a coin toss

Deer instinct

Don't find it weird if you see me coked up

And a Super with the devil on the grips

The deltas guard me like a shadow beside me

I'm all wired up, an Italian style like the Sicilians

And that's how your buddy Gabito sounds, old man

What's up, bro?

Pure Sonora, buddy Adriel

There's nothing else, old man

f*ck!

Customized pistol, frozen grips

I'm afraid of nothing, I jump without thinking

I know how to move in silence

My time is counted

Fame and frog skins move in the hustle

This life is borrowed and I owe it nothing

I enjoy the moments