CA' MANOLO (feat. Quevedo)

We had nothing to do and I got to work
I promised mom it would rain backwards
And I never lost faith, nor did I take shortcuts
Only God pointed me out, I understood, I stuck to it

When I return to the island, everyone bows
They know dad is home because my absence is noticeable
And when I'm not there, it's to handle my business
I feel like the owner of this, don't touch my belongings
The younger ones want to be singers
No longer traffickers

LPGC, city of thugs
I was born with the gift and always with God ahead
In the blocks there is hope, and there is only one cause
When I left, no one was doing what we do
Now rich and at twenty-one, smoking as a copilot in the Mercho
My little brother is hustling, smells like green and never money
But I'm making investments
To see my kids in full Versace
Daddy, I'm married, they don't mess with me
The gang in black and leather

I'm at work, my man, there's never anything in the trunk
Since the times of Buddha, the plans never went wrong
Since the times of Los Brezos, the kids never went wrong
Now every time I see them, they all have new Jordans
Chains, all kinds of gold diggers, blondes, brunettes
The account sold-out like the Gran Canaria Arena
Success is a blessing and a curse

We had nothing to do and I got to work
I promised mom it would rain backwards
And I never lost faith, nor did I take shortcuts (Uh)
Only God pointed me out, I understood, I stuck to it (Without trembling we give it to you)

Without trembling we give it to you, and you don't know where it came from
Royalties come in while I take off the Dominnico
They show it on their shitty faces, if they're salty
Inventing all day, looking for likes on Twitter
A bird that flies with a bat ends up sleeping upside down
You always say you don't bend
Everything I touch, I'm gonna bend it
All the gangs are the other gang
I have all mine locked up
I speak little, I'm more about work
Where's my grandson? Working

LPGC, you know, the objectives changed
They went down to the card and took out cards and mics
Before with the orders, on the scooter, the tracksuit torn
And more chickens came out than from the Scooters and the Ca' Manolo
Greetings to the black and the panther, tell them, buddy
This one's for the Canarian, it's for the immigrant's son
Everyone wants to be tough and the toughest thing is to be noble
Now we're going for gold, but when were we in copper?

Before all the envelopes? Before all the brands?
Before being the fiercest representing Las Palmas?
Before sprinting, you trot and before fighting, you stretch
I know I'm in flip-flops, damn, I can always use my knee
There are always options, but there aren't always shortcuts
I made a bunch of songs before I could win something
Now I enter the studio, something tells me: 'You're gonna kill it'
Now I arrive on the island, something tells me: 'Keep it safe'

We had nothing to do and I got to work
I promised mom it would rain backwards
And I never lost faith, nor did I take shortcuts
Only God pointed me out, I understood, I stuck to it

Ballin' like the Gran Canaria Arena in this bitch, yeah
I'm ballin' like the Gran Canaria Arena in this bitch
The 928, Brown Boy Bounce, 9-2-2-2-2-2
Ballin' like the Gran Canaria Arena in this bitch, yeah
I'm ballin' like the Gran Canaria Arena in this bitch
The 928, Brown Boy Bounce, 9-2-2-2-2-2