Night City (feat. Foyone y Homer El Mero Mero)

Look, Mero
Scene
Foyone

El Mero's a criminal, I’m living that life
My life’s terminal, sitting at the bus stop
Admiral of glass, eating glass
Lost in the concrete jungle, in the capital
Capital sin, pick me up at the hospital, Mero (Mero)
Original, leather
I got a mental problem, I’m dying (dying)
Wait for me with the metal, later
I’ve already faced the final boss, the game is over (finish)
I couldn’t hold back against a rival, call me fire
Carry my drugs, listening to me on the tram
It’s like making a delivery, you gotta do it every day
Remember the passport, that’s what’s real
Watch those gestures, keep your eyes on the road
I’m a sensei, a samurai
Suck [?] in Night City
Those rappers are Mickey, I’m Tommy, a Shelby, a Picky
Madrid at night is Sin City
I got my dead ones with me, guiding my way
Like I’m a fortune teller, they don’t want to see me fall
That’s why they say if the corner looks bad, if there are just cops
Tonight in La Latina
The gay rap’s got me feeling good, okay?, drag queen
Dancing in this six-sided game
Cold Train, bumping on that beat, you see it?
Also Raid, these aren’t paintball guns

With my dad’s knife at my waist
Three days without sleep thinking about how he died
Life’s worth nothing, what good is it now?
Crazy in a coma, fighting with the drugs
Prok, the best experience
I brought verses dirtier than my conscience
Looking for cash, showing my essence
El Mero Mero is the cause and the consequence
And it’s not the substance that’s to blame
That makes the eyes red and look like another person, no
It’s looking for a way to escape
What they don’t want, they know they gotta leave, Prok
I promise you, I come from the ghetto
Making bad deals but I try to speak with respect
I fight for life but without the protectors
Because the most dangerous will always be the minors (chip, chip)
Grab it with both hands
Don’t let the monkey win
They don’t know where we are, who we are, or what we do
But poetry is my treasure, the street knows it
I write while crying tears of joy
Thanking God for my talent
And the old Devil knows I’m not lying
He’s got me threatened but I don’t regret it
I feel ready to keep lifting this movement

All friends when it’s good, but when it’s bad, how many?
I stand alone against all, bitch, my name’s not Rambo (yeah)
I left the crew stinking and now I’m counting them
These guys are racist, they only want the whites
I only had one plan, didn’t have to spam
When I started recording, everything started to progress
I was leaving behind a life of ruin
But I can’t forget what happens on the corner
I have memories that hurt like betrayals from brothers
The fight in the block, I was crawling like a worm
Fuck the streets! Family comes first
The day I grew wings, I escaped that hole
I got brothers in the sales and I’m not talking about bullfighters (olé!)
They tell me: Look, Pedro, quitting is what I want
Seeing my kids grow can’t be bought with money
And inside that fridge, time turns to ice (yah)

Foyone in the house, bitch
Scene
The Prok
Homer El Mero Mero, uh
(Pra, pra)
DNC
(Pra, pra, yeah, yeahoh)