Trapstorno

They say they are gangsters and hitmen
That they are real bosses and millionaires
It's garbage and there's no censorship in their vocabulary

(And through music it is)

Those in this gang
Are not bosses or hitmen
We are trappers who throw ourselves into the neighborhood
Raising the name of the one who died on the cross

(And through music it is)

You boast about what you don't have
And talk about things you don't experience
You're just getting rich
Deceiving those who follow you
You always sing about the same thing
Everything is sex, everything is violence
And I, like Vico C
Am creating awareness
Because I'm tired
I already know all your tricks
We don't lack kush kush here
To feel good
So calm down
Women are not objects
So what would you do if someone disrespected
Your sister, your daughter, or your mother?

You sound like a broken record
Always money, drugs, and sex
You're so empty inside
That you can only talk about that
I'm not ashamed of God
Because you're not ashamed of what you say
While you work and hustle
I shoot words that bless you
Judgment is coming, and only Christ saves
That's why we're praying
For the salvation of their souls
This is not a diss track
We have nothing against them
But if they won't say anything good
It's better to keep quiet

I don't need any drugs
To write what I sing
You want a touch?
Well, I'll get it for you
A touch of the Holy Spirit
And they stain society
With the garbage they keep talking about
That's why five Mexicans arrived
To put a stop to it
My nigga, we're killing the game
We didn't come alone
We have backup from above

The Lion of Judah sent us to save his life
Because the devil is loose
And he's got you in his sights
With more kush kush
They boast about trafficking
With coke and weed
They talk about the streets
And think they're more gangster
Than 2Pac and Biggie themselves
But talking about the ghetto
Doesn't make you a better rapper
Admit it, you only do it
For fame and money
Without weed, I wasn't born in Atlanta
But I'm not afraid
Of your little gun or your gang
Do you get it? Your weapons
And your neighborhood don't scare me
We brought a disorder
To Mexico because it was needed

They say they are gangsters and hitmen
That they are real bosses and millionaires
It's garbage and there's no censorship in their vocabulary

(And through music it is)

Those in this gang
Are not bosses or hitmen
We are trappers who throw ourselves into the neighborhood
Raising the name of the one who died on the cross

(And through music it is)

There's one thing these guys
Haven't gotten into
Drug use
That's why there's no content
They killed their neurons
While sniffing coke
Then they composed the music
That your kids listen to
They talk about drugs and sex
About twerking and moving the waist
They have mediocre lyrics
And a sad and dark life
That smell, that pull, that smoke
For me, it's garbage
We are real
We sweep through our culture

Before I take a step
I cover myself with his mantle
And if we're going to talk about a touch
It will be of the Holy Spirit
This is for all the rappers
Who told lies
To become famous
Here I bring you a tissue
For all those brats
What good is money
If your life is in pieces?
What happened, little rapper?
Did your smile disappear?
You're messing up on your own
While you do drugs and party
But seek Jesus
And start a new life

It's true, life in the neighborhood
Is not easy and I understand that
I know the streets and their people
And you're not one of them
You say you kill, you smoke weed
But what are you writing?
The only weapon you've fired
Was probably a Nintendo one
People in the neighborhood are tired
Of seeing their children go astray
And you don't care how many mothers suffer
As long as you sell your records
I'm not one to judge
But I'm going to warn you about something
If you don't repent of all the lies
You'll soon fall into your own grave

You want to hit no matter the cost
The arrow is in the air
And it's heading straight for your chest
Your enemies already have you in their sights
And sooner or later you'll pay for what you've done
I lived it, I'm not just talking
That's what awaits
Anyone who provokes God
And I'm sure that arrow won't hit me
Because my trust is not in me
But in the rock

They say they are gangsters and hitmen
That they are real bosses and millionaires
It's garbage and there's no censorship in their vocabulary

(And through music it is)

Those in this gang
Are not bosses or hitmen
We are trappers who throw ourselves into the neighborhood
Raising the name of the one who died on the cross

(And through music it is)