Estrés Postraumático

Brr
The definition of being real in the dictionary is my photo
I told Ozuna: Money doesn't make us, we make it (amen)
And I told Balvin that depression is a faceless demon
And we are where we are, blessed because God chose us

And I don't take life so seriously
Because in the end I'll end up dead
And I put on a good face in bad times
What will heaven be like that those who have left have never returned?
And no one asks, if I suffer, if I cry
If I have a deep-seated sorrow

Just because you carry a gun doesn't make you a soldier
A soldier is a soldier because he goes to war and hunts
Real until death, you hear me, bastard?
Mera, tell me Frabi

Eight in the morning and we're already up
I negotiated life with death (amen)
Many turned their backs on me because I trusted
The forty in my bible because it gives me faith
Brr!, that's how it sounds when I light it up, brr!
I'm a demon like Kendo
The tickets going down and the kilos going up
Bastard, I'm like the Joker, I'm going to die laughing
The 27 and I feed on your red blood
There's already a price on your head and they're giving discounts
From car to car so the fragments don't bounce
The criminal wave doesn't subside, it keeps increasing

Where are those who want to kill me?
Where are those who want to hunt me?
They have to suck my dick, yeh
They have to suck my dick, yeah
Where are those who want to kill me?
The buses are armored, don't shoot me, yeah
They have to suck my dick, brr
They have to suck my dick, yeah

So many hits and so many stabs in the heart
Rest in peace Checo and apologies to his family (amen)
We won, if the kilos pass through immigration
And we shoot at the guards before going to prison
They killed Galla, but he lives in my memory
If I catch the one who did it, I'll violate his probation
My rifle is like Yankee, it has trajectory
My Jordans are Bugs Bunny and the gun is the carrot
So much money they say I made a deal with the devil (amen)
And with the cops and the feds I don't talk
The Lambo has more horsepower than a stable
And many love me and many hate me like Pablo
You're a hypocrite and it's with an H for homicide
We're going to kill you and make it look like suicide (amen)
Seeing myself so millionaire has become annoying
I look at myself on Instagram and even envy myself
Hunting with drones as if we were in Iran
I'm from PR, but my rifle is German
We gave you a hundred and something and you fell asleep in the Can-Am
They don't believe in Christ, but they pray whenever they receive, brr

The fake friend is like a shadow
That follows you as long as the sun lasts
Not everyone sees the same vision of me
Some may tell you I'm a good person
And others may tell you I'm shit
What I can tell you is to believe them
Because I only give back what they give me
And in the end, you'll realize
You'll meet many masks and few faces
Life without friends, death without witnesses
Real until death, you hear me, bastard? Brr
Mera, tell me Frabian, ah
God bless all the neighborhoods in Puerto Rico
Around the whole world
All the neighborhoods especially Santurce, Caguas, Manatí
O-O-Ovy On The Drums
The untouchables, you hear me, bastard?
Rest in peace Checo
And rest in peace Correa, amen
Tell me Chinola, ah
Mera, tell me Kendo
Uy!
Mera, tell me EQ
The untouchables, you hear me, baby?
Brr
(Where are those who want to kill me?)
(Where are those who want to hunt me?)
(They have to suck my dick)
(They have to suck my dick)