El Dios Soy Yo

They’re saying I look like you
But who copied who? Can you tell me?
Who wrote the songs that you have around?
With false illusions, you took me down

They’re saying I look like you
But who copied who? Can you tell me?
Who wrote the songs that you have around?
With false illusions, you took me down

I’ve got the genius of Gaudí
Smooth like the rims on an Audi
They called but I never clapped
Hit their fake genius like Ali
I move like Rocky, but they call me Creed
They’re buzzing in the streets
The songs that I wrote

Do you want to say something to me?
Not even if you were born again could you say it, hey

I’m writing you a thousand more songs
So they can turn into a billion
I’m multiplying all my equations
So you don’t miss me and so you don’t cry for me

I’m writing you a thousand more songs
So they can turn into a billion
I’m multiplying all my equations
So you don’t miss me and so you don’t cry for me

In my trash, there are several lyrics written
Call me if you need it
Or you’ll record with only super artists
Because if they’re not my lyrics, you won’t get the views
Tell them what I wrote in: Get Motivated
And that I killed it with: I Love It
About - Couldn’t - we don’t even talk
I wrote it with sweat and love for all my brothers
I trusted your word as a man
And you didn’t keep it then
You’re lying to me like the rest
That’s why you have all the views but not the respect
Let me tell you a secret
If you had kept your word, none of this would’ve happened
Let me tell you another secret
Money doesn’t buy talent

The beef of the year is being posted on YouTube
If you’re on bad terms with everyone, the problem is you
Because you eat the cake and the frosting is only yours
Dude, what are you gonna do? If they turn off your Autotune
The city doesn’t want you, the country hates you
Becoming poor again has become your worst phobia
Analyze the story, pay attention to the situation
Based on feeding your power, you empty your heart
Betraying a traitor isn’t betrayal
It’s tradition, it’s not paid with money in the debts of honor
A thief who robs a thief has 100 years of forgiveness
I’m going to live like 60, everything’s under control
Mature, you think you’re tough, playing with your Oz
But what are you gonna do when the people raise their voice?
You played at being my friend and your instinct was wrong
You were created in my likeness, I am the God

Your face still looks normal, but your shame is hiding
You were poor, you forgot how to be noble
Your face still looks normal, but your shame is hiding
You were poor, you forgot how to be noble