Por Fama (feat. Patron970)

Spyda, the Engineer
Frosty
Yes, 970
MDLR
Deep down you know it's not going to work, oh

They don't do it for fame, man, don't be a liar
You are trapped by women, I only think about my money
You can't compare yourself to me, we'll lower all your fingers
You're talking too much and I really don't believe your story

Tell me-Tell me who-Tell me who was there when I was hungry
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Making money, illegal substances
Street children with a lack of manners
I have my phone doing somersaults
Tired of police problems
All my real black people
If I catch you alive you won't come out

Deep down you know you're not leaving
MDLR, 970
We are key to drill in Spain
You can throw me, but you are worthless
They tell me: Beny, don't kill him
I'm on the street dribbling
On the run like Mbappé
Before doing it I covered my face

I don't have a new friend
Connection, bring drugs and I sell them
Grass breeze, I light it up
I make mistakes and I learn
I was in the kitchen wippin
You were in the kitchen making toast
You think she's a princess
And more than once, cousin, he has had a nap

This song is dedicated, but only to the 'bandits'
This song is dedicated to those who succeed, they don't spend money
I've been on the side since 12, what I've experienced has been very ugly
But I am always in my neighborhood and for my brothers I die

Violent
Yes, all my violent kids
He says to put it in slowly
If there are more than five I'm in
Leave the street because you have talent
But I'm in deep
I pray to God that I don't end up inside
I pray to God that I don't end up inside, ah-ah

They don't do it for fame, man, don't be a liar
You are trapped by women, I only think about my money
You can't compare yourself to me, we'll lower all your fingers
You're talking too much and I really don't believe your story

Tell me-Tell me who-Tell me who was there when I was hungry
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Making money, illegal substances
Street children with a lack of manners
I have my phone doing somersaults
Tired of police problems
To'-To' my real black people
If I catch you alive you won't come out

There is no competition, we have another kit
Keep trying to be like me
The street makes me take out my denim
Soldiers ready, all for you

I remember those days, I didn't have any money for pipes
Strange noises in the stomach
Refrigerator full of holy water
I'm fucking a white girl's ass
They know I'm going up, it itches them
Our pain to the rhythm of the base
Cousin, these kids do get excited

I don't waste time, there are no regrets
Joseando even on a grey day
Now I'm famous on IG
But I'll still look for a case for you

They don't do it for fame, crazy, no—, hunger
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Women catch you, I only think about my money
Women catch you, I only think about my money

Tell me-Tell me who-Tell me who was there when I was hungry
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Women catch you, I only think about my money
Da-Dales, I have the phone doing somersaults
Tired of police problems
Women catch you, I only think about my money
If I catch you alive you won't come out

MDLR, 970, deep down you know you're not getting out
MDLR, 970, deep down you know you're not getting out
MDLR, 970, deep down you know you're not getting out
MDLR, 970, oh, oh