Glock, Glock, Glock

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Brr
The AA

You know who I am, no need for introductions
Everyone wants to kill me, but they don't play their cards
If they come to the studio, they'll find me with long guns
The Glock on me with a fourth-generation button
I have the devil in the AK, but Jehovah guards me
My fans who wrote to me while I was in prison, I still keep their letters

If I die and come back to life, I come back and hit hard
I'm the toughest since Tego's 'El Abayarde'
I have a new team, let's see where I go
Buy all the GRAMMYs you want, that fills your ego
Saying I'm the only one to hit all the tracks on an album
I did it in Real Hasta La Muerte, even as a convict, bastard

I come from hell, Torres de Sabana, Carolina
The war doesn't end sleeping with the Draco on me
I knew they were turned, Fini told me
That's why when I shot them, I took off their ski masks
In the street there are a thousand problems and a hundred million in the office
With a view of the sea at home, I'm chilling in the pool
In the Lambo, I open the door and the mist comes out

I don't have new friends because they turn for money
I miss my dead brothers, one day we'll see each other again
Some with God in heaven, others in hell
Loyalty, we don't break brotherhood for anything
Number one in the indictment and I don't cooperate, brr

These bastards want to take me out
They have to fight, I'm not going into any box
The Glocks, oh-oh-oh, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, I flick the switch and brr-brr-brr-brr

I called the gunsmith and left the armory without bullets
This isn't new, the street has always been bad
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, you're dead, brr-brr-brr-brr

Against me, you shot ahead, you were going to hit me and you missed
You made a diss track, you saw me and cried
Tempo, you were my idol and now you're a disaster
Arca, here we see you, but in 2010 you stayed

129 thousand people at a concert in Venezuela
You can't do that even if you die and come back
I make more money independently than a record label
I went to prison and came out more popular and more badass than before

I made a pact with the devil and broke the contract
I lower my finger and the wave of murder rises
I respect the big shots and also the junkies
Because in prison we have to eat from the same plate

I remember mom crying, money doesn't cut it anymore
Dad lost his job and I hit the streets to hustle
Shooting with the gun on me without fear of the Feds
Watching out for the other shooter when I go to square up

I give him a shot
I have an enemy located who has a case
I'm going to catch him at Social Services, giving him a punch
Free Chini Bebo, free H and may Pacho rest in peace

I learned the moves, a boss has to hunt
And you always have to show why a kid can make mistakes
And think he's more devilish than you to go out and kill
That's how thoughts of betrayal begin

I took out the rifles and the Tundra, and into the castle
They turn on the light and I unleashed my fury on the trigger
They couldn't level it, they got scared
We fought like El Boster and Alex Trujillo

They lowered the indictment, times change, we gained strength
The passenger's hit, the rifle inside the hatch
You fell for the bait of the loose slut
You knew you were dead when we broke down the door, motherfucker
(I'm going to shit on the mother of everyone who—)

These bastards want to take me out
They have to fight, I'm not going into any box
(Daddy, whoever's afraid to die, shouldn't be born)
The Glocks, oh-oh-oh, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, I flick the switch and brr-brr-brr-brr

I called the gunsmith and left the armory without bullets
This isn't new, the street has always been bad
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, you're dead, brr-brr-brr-brr
(Daddy, I'm going to turn you into a Walking Dead just for underestimating me)

Rest in peace Justin, but people are killed in PR every day
Stop shouting for justice and using the police
You and your mom are snitches, you don't leave the Prosecutor's Office
I'm going to kill this zombie so you won't mention mine again

I went to prison for guns because I was at war
You went to prison for giving your wife a beating in Las Vegas
Your album was shit, not even by dissing me you stick
Suck Bad's ass to see if he takes you to the dealer

When I slap you, don't die of a heart attack
Why did they never say that Frabian's dad is a cop?
Save yourself if you can
The ones who shot up my mom's house, two are dead and one's in a wheelchair

La Calma has never fought with anyone
It's not a neighborhood or a housing project, it's a shitty street
You did nothing in Choli for Hector's slaps
You were supposedly scared watching the concert

Rest in peace Josué, but Frabian is a pig
They screw the women of the brothers who are dead
To top it off, he supports her with my money
And the question is which of these two pigs fucked her first

I failed myself when I trusted, it wasn't you
I screwed up my career with women problems
When I was taking pills instead of being with my kid
Betrayal always comes from someone close, that's why it hurts me

I know I have to spend more time with my two girls
Now I'm taking Pablo to school early
And, Balvin, we know Eladio is a trap king
But don't say he's the only one, you idiot

There's a big difference between a leader and a follower
Four albums at number one on Billboard
And yet my happiness is shattered
I know I'm a piece of shit, my daughter is being taken care of by a cop

My patience is running out, sometimes there's defeat
Sometimes I do things wrong and karma bounces back
I've never been lucky in life
In this fake world, I'm going to die real until death, brr

These bastards want to take me out
They have to fight, I'm not going into any box
The Glocks, oh-oh-oh, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, I flick the switch and brr-brr-brr-brr
I called the gunsmith and left the armory without bullets
This isn't new, the street has always been bad
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glock, bang-bang-bang-bang
Bastard, you're dead, brr-brr-brr-brr
(Real until death, brr)

And yes, I grew up with mom and dad, I moved to the housing project
And I got more involved than those who were raised there
The best defense is the attack, I don't trust myself
The shots you got were in my name

You're an internet gangster, talk all the shit you want
I don't talk because if I kill someone, that's evidence
Bastard, you don't control on the street or on the sidewalk
People like you are killed and they say: How good he was

I'm better than you, the numbers don't lie
You've only had one number one album on Billboard and you've dissed twenty
I wanted to be like you until I saw you face to face
Drunk, high, treating your own people badly

In life I've fallen for whores who screwed me over
Good women with bad hearts
I gave Judas loyalty thinking he was my brother
And I'm still here making money, getting rid of the bad finger

And my brothers who turned stopped being brothers
From the moment they signed that bullshit
And in the street, the most street aren't the ones who killed the most
They're the ones who, when indicted, didn't snitch

They snitch and come to justify it
You would've done the same if they offered you all those years
Mere, suck it, here we'll never back down
I'm not going to look for a problem I can't face

I've been a bad father, sometimes irresponsible
Now I'm improving, I promised my mother
If it's not with Bad Bunny, it won't stick, you have to diss me
You don't even know me, bastard, tell me what you're going to make up

You don't scare anyone, not even your street buddies
Here everyone kills people and we all die the same
We have common brothers, that's why I don't cross that line
You would've been dead and snitching on your whole family

You envy me, talking shit in every interview
You speak nicely, say phrases you never apply
Of all of you, Coscu is the only worthy warrior
And he couldn't kill me even when I shot myself

You're afraid of Coscu, that's why you never dissed him
He dissed you and you played dumb like José Feliciano
You're messing with my money and foreign cars
I gave you a hand when Arca had you at zero

And you know Arca is amazing, he did trap first
The first one to get slapped in Choli (Ha!)
And you're so stupid that in the interview they ask you
And you say: How good they fucked me

Close the door, close the door, close the door, close it, close it
Hey, what's up? Hey, what's going on?
Are you going to keep dissing Goldstar, motherfucker?
Hahaha
Are you going to keep, are you going to keep dissing Goldstar?
I haven't dissed them, I respect them a lot, what's up?
Didn't you diss Polaco? You didn't, you weren't talking shit about Polaco?
Hey, I respect Polaco, he got confused, I didn't diss him
Kneel down and apologize, kneel down
Hey, bastard, they're going to have to kill me, daddy
Before trying to touch me, we'll give you
What we give you, a big shootout, bastard
I kneel, kneeling is manly, I apologize
Open the door, open the door
Where's my son?
Here, put on the glasses
Who gave my son?
Who gave you?
Haha!
Austin, tell me who gave you, you're all red-faced
The devils, did you hear, bastard?
Sorry, this is personal, ma

I didn't pay shit to get into PR
And I came down with all the devils, the guns taped on the AK and the R
Let me see you and I'll pass you like El Alfa
I hit Pinto and Bla' in his house lobby

Creating racism with all the Puerto Ricans, are you crazy?
I put money in your pockets when you were broke
They ghosted me, I got out of the car and ran the Lakers
They ran as if they saw the Undertaker

Six against one and they couldn't even catch me
YouTube deleted your views, that can't be bought or sold
Don't buy more streams, bastard, don't deceive your people
Stop the racism between DR and PR

Count how many times you kicked Justin out of your house
Because he defended me when you dissed me
Frabi told me: Damn, Emma, see if I could find him
And I helped him, and Justin told me: Austin doesn't change

Because when he was alive he advised you and you didn't care
And for the album's convenience, you put him on the cover
Suck Bad's ass to see if he takes you to the dealer
You don't even know me, bastard, tell me what you're going to make up

You don't scare anyone, not even your street buddies
Here everyone kills people and we all die the same
We have common brothers, that's why I don't cross that line
You would've been dead and snitching on your whole family

You're envious, talking shit in every interview
You speak nicely, say phrases you never apply
Of all of you, Coscu is the only worthy warrior
And he couldn't kill me even when I shot myself

You're afraid of Coscu, that's why you never dissed him
He dissed you and you played dumb like José Feliciano
He has mansions with my money and foreign cars
I gave you a hand when Arca had you at zero

And you know Arca is amazing, he did trap first
The first one to get slapped in Choli (Ha!)
And you're so stupid that in the interview they ask you
And you say: How good they fucked me

Close the door, close the door, close the door, close it, close it
Hey, what's up? Hey, what's going on?
Are you going to keep dissing Goldstar, motherfucker?
Hahaha
Are you going to keep, are you going to keep dissing Goldstar?
I haven't dissed them, I respect them a lot, what's up?
Didn't you diss Polaco? You didn't, you weren't talking shit about Polaco?
Hey, I respect Polaco, he got confused, I didn't diss him
Kneel down and apologize, kneel down
Hey, bastard, they're going to have to kill me, daddy
Before trying to touch me, we'll give you
What we give you, a big shootout, bastard
I kneel, kneeling is manly, I apologize
Open the door, open the door
Where's my son?
Here, put on the glasses
Who gave my son?
Who gave you?
Haha!
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
(Another legend I have to retire)
Get in, get in, get in, he died, he died
He died with the stench of shit in his mouth coming from the dealer