Brillando Sin Luz

(SHB)
(D1gri)
(Elias)

I wake up at seven, kinda scared
And I remember being alone, no one was there
Have breakfast and head down to the hood
Omar on the court was waiting for me

The gloves, and the plan
And sometimes I wore a hood
In case the neighbor next door catches me
So my face in her mind isn't marked

What a crazy life, they harass because they're calling (ah)
What madness, you can't imagine how some of them have treated me
I was dealing at the spot
In winter, I was scared
I look for myself, never stealing
I have my brother sitting by my side

I was in X6 (yeah, yeah)
Riding with twenty, dressed in black, and they don't see me (see, see)
Packages sealed, sometimes I squeeze them, there go 16 (yeah, yeah)
Koala in the air giving the info, it was the AP-6 (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The police looking for me and I leave no trace, what's up with that?

And I climb like a cat, pack money, never trust
Hitman threatening, I don't give a shit, I laugh at you
I don't owe the lawyer, and if I want something, then it's mine
I have friends locked up that I help, and I don't turn around (no)

They say I've changed a lot
Old friends I leave behind
If you don't deliver when it's due
Why are you ringing the bell in good times?

If you don't keep your word
Then what respect are you showing? (oh, oh, oh)
I stay here thinking (oh, oh, oh)

I don't live for women, money and in suspense
And I don't want friends (no, no), I have a thousand enemies
I don't follow your influence (no, no), I follow my path
And who's with you? (no, no) When I was lost (Oh-oh)

Free Mustafa, for real (for real)
I have friends locked up doing time in jail (in jail)
It's a shame we shine and they try to put us out (oh-oh)
If it's not the cops, it's some other asshole talking shit
(No-oh-oh, prr)

And that's how we do it differently and that hurts them
My friend making platinum records, and you're hated and rejected
No matter how much propaganda they put out, they have everyone glued to the TV
Us from the streets in the music, we're doing all the paperwork

I wake up at seven, kinda scared
And I remember being alone, no one was by my side

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Waiting, the gloves, and the plan

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Free Sufian
Ah-ah-ah-ah-and