Los de Siempre (feat. Chris Jedi)

Real until death
Anuel
Brr

If you didn't cry with me when I fell
Don't pretend to laugh with me now that I've risen (risen)
Why the hell are you coming to my VIP?
We don't want new faces, the usual ones are here

Because we are the usual ones, the usual ones (hey)
I have my people making money (hey, hey)
The usual ones, the usual ones (the usual ones)
The ones who will cry if I die

We are the usual ones, the usual ones
In foreign cars, with foreign asses
The usual ones, the usual ones (yeah, yeah)
The usual ones, the usual ones

Let them snore, I don't see them
Maybe fame or money have blinded me
And no more respect for Tego
This bastard ended up clowning after saying he was a bandit

The ugly ones are checking us out
But, brother, everything's fine
Even if they're tracking us
iPhone 12, I have a hundred

Enemies come and go
And they don't scare me
If I have, all my buddies have
I have them riding in the Mercedes (brr)

The ugly ones are checking us out
But, brother, everything's fine
Even if they're clowning us
I didn't justify myself

Because we are the usual ones, the usual ones (yeah)
I have my people making money (hey, hey)
The usual ones, the usual ones (hey)
The ones who will cry if I die

We are the usual ones, the usual ones
In foreign cars, with foreign asses
The usual ones, the usual ones (yeah, yeah)
The usual ones, the usual ones

Why, why new friends?
Tell me, why, why new friends?
If a betrayal never ends well
They will end up dead like the one with the face on the hundred-dollar bill

I went to Los Angeles with the crew on the jet
I could watch McGregor's fight because the WiFi was set
And sometimes I get depressed, but I go out and blow two hundred
And I don't even know the name of the girl I took

But you don't know about that
You don't understand this process of how I make money
I live risking my life every day
Even if I lose my freedom and tomorrow I return to prison

The ugly ones are checking us out
But, brother, everything's fine
Even if they're clowning us
I didn't justify myself

Because we are the usual ones, the usual ones (the usual ones)
I have my people making money (hey, hey)
The usual ones, the usual ones
The ones who will cry if I die

We are the usual ones, the usual ones (hey)
In foreign cars, with foreign asses
The usual ones, the usual ones (yeah, yeah)
The usual ones, the usual ones (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
This song is not a hit, this song is a murder
In the first degree
Give me the death penalty

Chris Jedi
Ga-Gaby Music
Brr
You know that every time we get together we become number one
Brr!

(But you don't know about that)
(You don't understand this process of how I make money)
(I live risking my life every day)
(Even if I lose my freedom and tomorrow I return to prison)