Por Fama (feat. Patron970)

Spyda, the Engineer
Frosty
Yeah, 970
M. DLR
Deep down you know you're not getting out, oh

They don't do it for fame, man, don't be a liar
Women trap you, I just think about my money
You can't compare yourself to me, we outshine you
You talk too much and I truly 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 kids with no manners
I got the phone doing flips
Tired of police problems
All my real ones
If I catch you alive, you won't get out

Deep down you know you're not getting out
M. DLR, 970
From the drill in Spain, we're key
You can shoot me, but you're worthless
They tell me: Beny, don't kill him
I'm in the street making moves
Escaping like Mbappé
Before doing it, I cover my face

I don't have new friends
Connection, bring drugs and I sell them
Breeze of the herb, I light it up
I make mistakes and learn
I was in the kitchen cooking
We were in the kitchen making toast
You think she's a princess
And more than once, cousin, she's nodded off

This song is dedicated, but only to the bandits
This song is dedicated to those who succeed, don't waste leather
Since 12 I've been in the gang, what I've lived has been very ugly
But I'm always in my neighborhood and I'd die for my brothers

Violent
Yes, all my boys are violent
He says to go slow
If there are more than five, I'm in
Leave the street, you have talent
But I'm deep in it
I pray to God not to end up inside
I pray to God not to end up inside, ah-ah

They don't do it for fame, man, don't be a liar
Women trap you, I just think about my money
You can't compare yourself to me, we outshine you
You talk too much and I truly 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 kids with no manners
I got the phone doing flips
Tired of police problems
All-All my real ones
If I catch you alive, you won't get out

No competition, we have [?]
Keep trying to be like me
The street makes me bring out the drill
Soldiers ready, all for you

I remember those days, didn't have money for pipes
Weird noises in the stomach
Fridge full of holy water
I'm fucking a white girl's ass
They know I'm going up, it bothers them
Our pain to the beat
Cousin, these kids get excited

I don't waste time, no regrets
Chilling even on gray days
Now I'm famous on IG
But still looking for trouble for you

They don't do it for fame, man, not—, hunger
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Women trap you, I just think about my money
Women trap you, I just think about my money

Tell me-Tell me who-Tell me who was there when I was hungry
Ask Hamza, sleeping in doorways
Women trap you, I just think about my money
Give-Give it to them, I got the phone doing flips
Tired of police problems
Women trap you, I just think about my money
If I catch you alive, you won't get out

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