El Final (part. Fntxy, Muelas De Gallo & Silvanozo)

We reached the end of this where I feel (ah)
In front of the bonfire and the bales I count
I light up, look at the sky and give thanks
Because I won, but many times I was at risk
And damn it (eh), I'm one of those who say: I'll take the risk (yeh)
I'm going to win, I'll be damned or cut off a ball
I fear nothing (no), I owe nothing (no)
All new (yeah), all fine (yeah, yeah)
Everything here is beautiful (yeah)
A multimillion-dollar contract for my label
I love those who support me because of them
Acquiring more knowledge (yeah)
Remembering my roots and all my foundations
I don't lie, OGs give me their recognition
I have the neighborhood listening attentively (neighborhood)
If the business suits me, I'm in
But don't forget we are a guaranteed brand in this (yeah)
Homegrown mafia and screw the rest (yeah)

And up with the stoners, screw it!
Homegrown Music
And up with the stoners, screw it!
Watcha good here
And up with the stoners-
Homegrown Music
And up with the stoners, screw it!
Watcha good here with the AKs-

There goes Muelillas in his car raising dust
He says he likes rap, that his lyrics are sick
Maybe one of these days, dude, he can surprise, dude
What really weighs on him is that the kid clings
And so for more than two decades to date
Honestly, I didn't even know we were making a breakthrough
And it's not that I have it made, I just look back and smile
I don't know if it's worth much, but what I have is mine
Has it been difficult? pff, of course
But now some see me and say: Master
And that feels good because it satisfies the ego
I can see it clearly now, I was blind for a long time (who else?)
I walk on clouds hand in hand with Maria
Goodbye Humo en la Trampa, we close the trilogy
Always keepin' it real, yah (keepin' it real, yah)
My clique is my family

And up with the stoners, screw it!
Homegrown Music
And up with the-
Homegrown Mafia, Homegrown Music
Homegrown Supremacy
And up with the stoners, a-
Watcha good here with the AKs
Homegrown Music, Homegrown Mafia
And up with the stoners, screw it!

Lil Fana has arrived
From the times when there was nothing (nothing)
Accustomed to this laid-back life (hey)
Humo en la Trampa when everything ends
They will see me with the same ones as yesterday
From the neighborhood to the hill as it should be (yeah)
For years my neighbors don't even see me anymore
I'm far from home, but I'll be back
What's up?, bitches
I'm focused on my hustle
Homie, don't throw at me, I still sound cool
Everything looks the same, but we're not the same
Don't talk about mine, mine have no equals
They see me on flights, cars, yachts
Involved in the scene until something kills me
Sorry if I'm not the same kid from the park anymore
I lifted my family so I lack nothing (uh, uh-uh-uh), yeah

Homegrown Mafia
Watcha good here with the AKs
Humo en la Trampa
Watcha good here with the AKs