Maquilar (part. Gera Mx)

Hustling for a peaceful life
Away from the killers
And living in fear (homie, I gotta)

Hustling the kid from the block
He showed up and got his act together
The music gave me the power (homie, I gotta)

Gotta work hard 'cause time doesn't stop, it flies
I don’t know, maybe I’m doing it for me or that’s how I felt when I started to write
I’m getting a taste for living, I’m gonna lock myself in today
If they knock at the door, just tell 'em I’m not home, I’m outta here
Doesn’t matter, tired, I’ll write better another day in the studio, non-stop recording
You can tell I’m struggling, I know they see it, I carry a cross that shows when I talk
Just like you see, I feel more alive

For my mom, more flowers, and for my girl, a bikini (whoo)
Now they’re giving me props, the people who thought I was a nobody
I broke the chain and escaped like Houdini
I’m living hustling free

Hustling for a peaceful life
Away from the killers
And living in fear (homie, I gotta)

Hustling the kid from the block
He showed up and got his act together (puppy, babe)
The music gave me the power (homie, I gotta) (You)

I always had it clear, my love, I was sure
I’d hit the streets dreaming of being the best
The demos with Marquito on his computer
Nobody knows me, but I’ve got the flavor

That’s what I thought, just give me a chance
I had the brains, just needed the cash
I had it all, I’m talking about your gaze
'Cause I had no money at all

She didn’t know where to find me
Call at triple four, baby, that’s my line
People judge me and don’t know a thing
About what I hustled for this dream life

Golden chain hanging with the charms
I said I’d be big years ago, I told you
Pay the bill, man, don’t you worry
Life doesn’t change if you don’t push yourself

(Hey, today I’m in the studio with Big Sempa)
(It’s the puppy, man)
(2000 and always, rich bums)

Hustling for a peaceful life
Away from the killers
And living in fear (homie, I gotta)

Hustling the kid from the block
He showed up and got his act together
The music gave me the power (homie, I gotta)