I don't have the head to tell you lies
I don't even have the head to tell you who I am
These fools are snakes, I'm not to blame
Because down here if you're doing well, they get jealous
I take the route next to the bank
As soon as I'm in, I immobilize the guard
Bro, we grab it from the vault and bury it
This is because how you dress under 30 is how you live
Empty refrigerators, in the trenches, hands up, yeah
You don't measure a man by his IBAN, or am I wrong?
Something so simple, down here they don't know it
Inside the club, bro, he observes you, he's watchful between dances
Here the kid in front of a gun will shoot you, bro, he doesn't f*ck around, yeah
Make friends with the street sweeper who sweeps the whole sidewalk of the bank
Give him a cell, as soon as he sees the armored truck, he calls us
If they arrest him, he has to say they forced me at gunpoint
Sh*t, he's already snitching, meanwhile, it's better to keep up appearances
That's why the diamond, you know, doesn't have the carat weight
Down here, the bros sell to raise their kids
There's no cure for being on guard
Along with a 9mm, there's the one with the drum
You know there's nothing dear
I realize it while flying high
From up here it seems too little or too much
Don't say I'm wrong
If I then say that I'll make it
Because here a promise is worth much more than all the gold I'd want for myself
Mom, down here it's like a jungle
Before I get old, I'll make the leap
I have to reach a point, to end it with a blade
A monster, bro, kills you if you don't face it
The employee who gets by while the boss counts his money, yeah
That's why a brother down here never loses his pride
Because if you're down here, you have to take off your watch
Because we're happy, happier on rainy days
Because nothing's certain, only death
It's all written, who writes it? who reads the text?
Kids defy the cop while they arrest his father
Stealing from the envelopes in the bank
In the closet black tracksuits, in the shoe rack TNs, yeah
You don't know whether to go down with a mask or with a gun in hand
Down here you don't know if they're human beings or sharks
You take the baggies with all the team tracksuits
This is because he only sees his father in pictures
Down here they don't think about having kids, they think about making kilos
The gold, you gotta keep it inside, while stuff on your t-shirt shines
As soon as the man gets out, I make the call
I throw him to the ground, open the door and throw the briefcase inside
Learn the techniques of those who survive
If you're thirsty, bro, don't drink
The important thing is that one kilo becomes two kilos
If I don't bring milk for the kids, tell me how I can back down
You know there's nothing dear
I realize it while flying high
From up here it seems too little or too much
Don't say I'm wrong
If I then say that I'll make it
Because here a promise is worth much more than all the gold I'd want for myself
I want to touch the bottom
With my feet or with my words
You know everyone looks out for themselves