Narcos

Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Mera, Jeday, lower the volume for me
I hear myself there all mixed up
Brr

We're on the run
And these bastards won't catch me
Racing in the V8, snatched
As a passenger, I have the M16 (brr, brr)

I'm in the demonized neighborhood
And the missing one, M is going to get them
I'm their 'dad', in the club, we enter armed
I have attentions as if I were a woman

Everyone doing the money dance
The thugs, the women, and the whores
Let everyone who's making money raise their hand
Now we're up, we're not at zero anymore

Lickspittle, who the hell are you?
I have a .45 ready for your attitude
Scratch, don't you dare step on my Gamma Blue
Here we smoke krippy, kick like Kung Fu

Your girl wants me to spank her
Bastard, and you want to be a big shot like that?
What you are is a snitch
Bitch, here in the rumble I take a rebound from her (brr)

Even the respect of my enemies I have earned
I screwed myself with my buddies, yours was given
The street made me, your record label made you
My rifle sings Guajira Guantanamera (Guantanamera)

The best living trapper, you work, I shoot
If I die, you're orphaned, bastard, you're my son
And even if they don't always brag, we're armed with the lion
For probation, I have my demons tied up (brr)

Hey

Everyone doing the money dance
The thugs, the women, and the whores
Let everyone who's making money raise their hand
Now we're up, we're not at zero anymore
Lickspittle, who the hell are you?

Ah

My story is notorious
And for my dead ones, I never miss a dedication
Bastard, I made the trap, you sing it for me
Lickspittle, you have no memory

And I know you hate me
My mom told me: We're already victorious
I'm talking to 2Pac and Biggie on the jet
I'm close to glory

Put Real Until Death even in the Google App
All the lyrics in caps
In Puerto Rico, I'm the trap God
And in Spain they say: Anuel, you're a crack

I know none of you
Have the balls to have all my problems
And if music were a sport
It would be the NBA and my face the emblem

I'm a thug and I hang out with thugs
But humility is real
And I'm 27, and we lost Tapia
But loyalty continues

And my code as a joker tells me
That you guys have malice towards me
That's why I love the street and my dream
Will be a peace treaty in PR

Who created trap? Anuel
Who made it global? Anuel
Bastard, did you forget?
I'm Eminem and you're 50 Cent

If I die, bury me
With my gun in the grave
Carrying the music that the narcs listen to
When the kilos are buzzing, uah-uah

(Brr)

Everyone doing the money dance
The thugs, the women, and the whores
Let everyone who's making money raise their hand
Now we're up, we're not at zero anymore

Everyone doing the money dance
The thugs, the women, and the whores
Let everyone who's making money raise their hand
Now we're up, we're not at zero anymore

My buddy, you more than anyone knows that nothing is bought, daddy
It's carrying the packages, haha
You know
Your bragging is what's embarrassing, brother
You know from when I grew some balls
We knock on your door and you'll pee yourself
It's not the same as you making 100 million
And your boss keeping all the money
And throwing you with three there, to heal you
The difference is that I make the 100 million and it's mine
I'm the boss, I have no boss

Mera, tell me Frabian
Real until death, did you hear, bastard?
Mera Chino, remember
That the street in Puerto Rico walks with me, not with him
Gaby Music, ah
I'm with the only Martian on Earth
Chris Jeday
Brr
The trap God
Amen