I hate the cops, and the picolos too
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
Time wears us out, for a life that doesn't weigh
Money for the house, to lift out of poverty
With time everything passes and age never weighs on them
They aren't grams on a scale anymore, but weight he carries in his stride
Step by step Julio, since in time everything passes
When he's grown he wants kids and then gets married
Money's always running through his head
And he hunted it in the streets with skill
His crew aren't from the Yakuza
But today he'll pull a Kurkuza on you
And if they see you flexing a blouse in the street
They'll snatch it from you and you won't even wear it
If you step in, you pass, and there's no excuse
A world like NASA where there's no wealth
And 17-year-old kids head out to sea
To give their mom food and a table
Claiming you're a narco chatting on WhatsApp
And all you are is wasa-wasa
And the only thing you are
With time everything changes and you see it as you go
The kid who was stupid now smacks you
I remember that kid was abused
With time I don't know what happened, he abused him and went into hiding
I'm from the street and that's why I'm glorious
Here you play pogs and then you get a beating
Running from the cops left me scratched up
If they grab your arms, you end up in a cell
I know people who felt dangerous after a month in prison
And others did years and are moving money
And they don't think they're mobsters
You talk about what I am, you make me yawn
The bad-guy face or the beznaza one
Here he doesn't hit the gym to flex
A little kid in the street will give you your beating
Benny and El Coleta looked like Tarzan
They'd climb with a talent that hit you with the hum
M.D.L.R for me is a clan and also the family
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
Talking they diss you, face to face they don't flinch
It's normal that with a phone at home everybody insults each other
Here we don't complain that cops hand fines
The street, good things aren't instilled
And it's not an expensive life, the clothes aren't from Zara
They call me 'Morad Parra' because I make things clear
Here nobody confesses, nor acknowledges, nor mentions outsiders
From the street and we go without brakes
Keep it going, Hospitalet city of immortals, of immortals
And keep it going Florida, if you enter, you don't leave here
You don't get out of here
Sometimes I'm being hunted and sometimes I'm blank
Sometimes I hunt money and sometimes I sing to you
Sometimes they're cops and sometimes they're picolos
Sometimes, times Gafia calls because the area's hot
Sometimes I go alone and sometimes I say hello
Sometimes I go see P and sometimes I'm in the hood because I like it
And because we don't live in a video-game movie
Sometimes it's capo Carlos, and sometimes Gonzalo
Sometimes there's no capo and you can't even tell it
You gotta know how to move it
So you can talk about it later
Sometimes they underestimate and sometimes they s*ck me off
Sometimes they don't even look at me and other times they greet me
Normal, they only judge
Normal, there's no doubt about that
And sometimes I freak out and sometimes I chill
Sometimes I roll a pella so I don't get schizoid
Normal, because I'm crazy, normal
And sometimes it was flats, sometimes it was houses
Now it's a mic and I put food in the house
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
Take care, take care, watch out for the picolos
Meant for the kids who mount three engines-gines-gines-gines
And three engines out at sea and keep your eyes open-open-open-open
The picolos show up in better times, normal, normal
M.D.L.R playing in every place
Hey, he says normal, normal
It's normal that none of us get stopped
And he says, says normal, normal
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
I hate the cops, and the picolos too
I hate the cops, and the picolos too