Celebrando

I'm making money like it's a sport
Five different mamas for every stamp in my passport
I'm no longer a minor, everything changed, look at my demeanor
I feel badass, living better, because now I am

Invoicing, as if I were trafficking
They throw at me, they throw at me, they want to see me dead and I'm winning
Bro, my music is what the street is controlling
I'm on another level, all day, I'm celebrating

In one hand the bottle, in the other the blunt
We come out of the alley, thank God for the blessing
I'm the real movie, they're fiction
They want to live like me, spend like me, fuck like me

I have the street lit up since I left
All my haters want to be like me
I don't even look at them, I'm at my peak
Nothing else to say, times have changed
I no longer smoke G, now I smoke from a notebook
And I'm not talking about that one that I write—
All the bets that are making me a millionaire, every day more, my G

Hey, they didn't teach me this
This street taught me the good
But I also had to live the bad
A couple of buddies who got killed, hearing gunshots since I was a kid
Now I'm in the presidential, all the rough times I went through, weren't in vain

Now what's mine is being heard from Spain to the USA
But there's always someone trying to cut it everyday
You want my life, it shows on your face, yeah
Few are the originals, I don't walk with fakes

Invoicing, as if I were trafficking
They throw at me, they throw at me, they want to see me dead and I'm winning
Bro, my music is what the street is controlling
I'm on another level, all day, I'm celebrating
In one hand the bottle, in the other the blunt
We come out of the alley, thank God for the blessing
I'm the real movie, they're fiction
They want to live like me, spend like me, fuck like me

Only for real ones, no fakes, are the ones who walk with me
I always roll with the originals, not with the snitches who walk with you
There's a lot of money, when you turn your back, they surely turn
Whether it's for women, whether it's for money, I don't trust anyone (Soto)
My nigga, we come from the street, we come out of the candlestick

In case you don't understand what I'm talking about
A couple of times we saw the Devil up close
I walk hand in hand with God, I'm the blessed kid from the neighborhood
I look for more than necessary until I'm a multimillionaire

I'm tired of the minimum, I don't want just one big ass, I want two
In the party, a bottle of Dom Pérignon
I hit it and throw it like Barry Bonds
Hey, living like the bosses, winner mentality
I feel badass, living better because now I am

Invoicing, as if I were trafficking
They throw at me, they throw at me, they want to see me dead and I'm winning (Soto, Soto)
Bro, my music is what the street is controlling
I'm on another level, all day, I'm celebrating
In one hand the bottle, in the other the blunt
We come out of the alley, thank God for the blessing
I'm the real movie, they're fiction
They want to live like me, spend like me, fuck like me