Morocha

Hey, yo, Alejo Isakk
They say I'm fifteen but I'm twenty-two
Wacho, I'm from El Jagüel, tell me where you're from
I'm making noise in the neighborhood without having to raise my voice

They say I'm fifteen but I'm twenty-two
Wacho, I'm from El Jagüel, tell me where you're from
I'm making noise in the neighborhood without having to raise my voice
The owner of the road like Hector Lavoe

At 20, I bought a Scirocco
And mommy, I dream like crazy
And I sing what I say
And I never get it wrong with anyone

But well, we are poor
Each one gets what they're dealt
The urge to steal sticks here like snot

I tell you and I know, because I also went through it
Prepare the stutterer, it's already like three in the morning
If God helps those who get up early, I wait for the sunrise
In the underworld, you're a chicken
And here, nobody sees you

Come on, baby
You came out in the magazine
But you like the tough guys
I realized by your face

I send it to wow face
Don't pay attention to the track
Because soon we'll be valued with a couple of visits
The drums spin like a carousel

Your sneakers got robbed
And you were a real bandit on Insta (nah, you really liked it)
The Alejo from El Jagüel, write me down on Insta

This is for the marginalized
For the foul-mouthed
With respect and patience, you get everywhere

Things turn out better if you do them quietly
Ask Duraznito, he kept the armored car
And I know I'm younger, that's why I walk with the toy
Cash has me bad, I became addicted to bills

I grab my talent and use it like a ram
To open scenes and get in like a wedge
For money, the monkey dances and I know a couple of apes
They don't value life, they don't know chemo
They say they blackmail but wink, wink
And I walk with my black like Ronaldinho

In the neighborhood it's different from what these parrots say
Two reach the goal
Everyone reaches the drugs
And now that I'm in music
And I say it straight
That I don't like the bus but there's room for everyone

And in whims, I love you
Things are moving here
I value the posh girls and the tough ones
I'm Alejo Isakk
The one who silences the mouth
If everyone gets scared when the brunette sounds

Brr, you know, Alejo Isakk
From the south side, for the low-income neighborhoods