El Congreso (feat. Bryant Myers)

(The guards suck it up)
(Yeah, and also the sheriff)
(Aha, yeah)

Progress has not been easy (no)
We lived with a lack of income
And that's how I got to know the streets and got into the game
And the wars with thick sticks
Some fell
And the others in the corner who ended up in prison
But here we don't talk about any of that
Being an artist, goal for a congress

I never bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains around my neck are on sale
So I don't care what they say about me, if I catch them sucking up to me
I've never switched sides
If they hide, we'll find them (yeah)

Bullets up, and I don't lower my gaze
They throw punches, but they don't have a punch
I am the Sun, by my side are flares
I have the Heat's fire, I'm taking it to Kyle Lowry's flow
I feel like the oven, because every time they see me close, they turn into brownies
The gossip explodes, and the sticks give off heat like Saudis
You ask for a discount and I keep counting
I make more dough than Olive Garden
I don't eat vegetables, I'm crazy about beef
They're going to scream like in Tokyo Drift
Your woman cheats on you, you're Will Smith
I record her just like Khalif—
The youngest of the milfs, the R Sport like Night Drive film
The guards suck it up (Guard), and also the sheriff
Pills for the pain and they're not Aleve
My voice carries more weight than Planet Fit

I never bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my Glock, my Cubans around my neck, and the cars are on sale
Without balls what they say about me, if I catch them sucking up to me
I've never switched sides
If they hide, we'll find them (oh)

With the look of the newspaper, a hundred thousand around my neck
You've always wanted to live my life
Don't brag, come down and we'll rip you out by the roots
You motherfucker, all you are is unhappy
Before you turned your back on me and now you call me for a feature
With the music ticket we started to invest
Here the movie is real, all yours is fiction
In PR I walk with a couple of babies like Denville
I'm not someone to follow anyone, I give advice without following it
The opposite sticks of the same
Touch me and the wave will cover you like an earthquake
And don't talk about knowing the streets, without giving details
I'm going to have to take them on a tour
Living the life of a thug thrown back in a boat
In a brothel leaving the packs inside the gistro
With guns and bottles in the club

And I don't bow my head to anyone, and if they come at us, we'll kill each other
I only walk with my God, the cars and chains
Around my neck they're on sale (cash, cash)
So, I don't care what they say about me
If I catch them sucking up to me (Sucker, bastard)
I never change sides
If they hide, we'll find each other

El Mynor
Millo Gang, bastard
The human trap, the trap in person, motherfucker
The trapper of trappers
Mera, tell me, Ecua
Mera, tell me, Mynor
(We are the motherfuckers)
Respect those who respect us
Hey, Brytiago, bastard
You already know