La Droga Está Acá

Bad singers, sons of bitches

All my crew is hidden where you don't see
There are two, not three, getting you high again
If they never made it clear, they will lose it
There's nothing else to do, if they don't win, they'll run
Piquetero, they're leaving you in a coma
Export from Argentina like Diego Maradona
There are gunmen controlling the whole area
If this gets really ugly, if things don't work out
You can find me wherever, with whoever
With the rowdiest gang, always burning a candle
Standing up for my people, my flag
I keep causing a stir, controlling the clientele
Now they want to come and throw
A lot of beef on the Internet and nothing in real life
Yeah, think twice before playing
If that move is wrong, you might regret it, check it out

Yeah, yes
Huh

Today I go out in search of my usual fix
Total delirium, my body never wants to stop
Message from the Crack: Come on, H, the drug is here
I won't be long, a brutal salad awaits me, yes
The whole neighborhood continues in search of glory
Hope will lead us to victory
I've lost everything, except my memory
I remember your look when I was going paranoid
Pulling from the van until it stops spitting
Your gang always busy and none of them lies
Bardero$ Clicka arrives, MDB, take a hundred grand
Son of a bitch, let's see who will change course
Mama, ask in the neighborhood who's got the scoop
Who leaves the door open and the conscience shattered?
I'm drowning my sorrows, waiter, serve me another drink
I'm trying to forget this sad defeat