Mundo de Lo Ajeno (feat. Pirlo)

There's no street code anymore, loyalty is fading away
People swear by God, but they're still lying to you
The kids are no longer into Barbie or Nintendo
Because here, since they're twelve, they're already getting involved

Damn eternal struggle
They're too lazy to work, but they want the newest bike
Because now the girls like the one who's in control
And the more Percocet he takes, the quicker they spread their legs

And so another kid is born in the neighborhood
With a teenage mother, an absent father, and a precarious home
Surrounded by hustlers and hitmen
Learning rudeness, not geometry or the alphabet

In the neighborhood, they joke around, looking for cash by any means
They scam you while they tease you, believe it or not
The one who moves the least is the one who sets you up with the DEA
And the one who has the least is the one who flips the most

And no matter how much the kid does his homework
He's wearing last year's shoes that are already worn out
And the neighborhood tigers stroll around in Retro 11s
That's when even the nicest guy asks God: 'So what now?'

With that story of the worst battles
Any loser thinks he's a good warrior when he fails
The best warriors are not the ones who win the most battles
But those who, despite the mess, don't give up

Just as there are the living, there are also those who live
For their dreams, their homes, families, and companions
Politicians enriching themselves while the people decline
It's another normal day here on the streets of the Caribbean

In the end, there's no drama
The problem is when the cops come for you
In the world of others, there are no friends
Sooner or later, they'll screw you over

And in the end, there's no drama (your mom)
The problem is when the cops come for you
In the world of others, there are no friends (ah, what are you going to do?)
Sooner or later, they'll screw you over (420)

From America to Europe, I crossed the mountains on Transur
With what I cleaned the keyboard, I got high
I didn't grow up with a PSP, I barely had a pin
Even in the pic, I cut myself

Because I wanted Timberlands, but we settled for Venuses
Without shampoo, even the toys were foreign
Sneaking around in Santa Elena, on a donkey to the dog park
In my piece on the speaker, and I was the least

Trying to change history with a dream
If for the vice, Santa smoked the reindeer
I even tried to erase myself with poison
With Pepita's caps on a Monareta, we were already poisoned

And the most hated of the teachers
And now they're buying from their kids in my posters
I always wanted to play soccer, for America to sign me
But I never progressed, I always ended up training with bugs

The strawberry is for Jumanji, for the ingenuity, for Ancesiri
And those from the lower stratum outside the school, a cheap mango
Greetings to all my brothers who grew up together
Commune 10, good for my buddies

And now that we have fame
If you could see how the girls adore me
I'm going for it with enthusiasm
I feel like success is calling me

And now that we have fame
If you could see how the girls adore me
I'm going for it with enthusiasm
I feel like success is calling me

420
Akapellah with La Rata, again, one more time, right?
To send it cool, go ahead
Go ahead, player, hit it fast
Go ahead, go ahead, hit it fast, here comes a juice
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