Chapter 2: La Esquina (feat. Elio Mafiaboy)

I can't trust anyone no more
Gotta be ready for the enemy (yeah)
These pigs want my money (uh-huh)
But they don't wanna mess with me

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat (bang, bang)
If you want problems, we'll kill you
To shock you and leave you lying

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat (uh-oh)
I can't trust anyone no more
Can't trust anyone no more (damn, bastard)

Daddy, I'm blessed and dressed in God's glory
Don't trust me 'cause I trust no one
May the Lord hear my prayers and all my Our Fathers
And also take care of all of you in case I find you
I don't give a damn about who you mention or hang out with
Here in P.R., we step on whoever thinks they're bigger
The island ain't the same as it used to be
And 100 by 35, that's the ranch, not what the octagon measures
And they wanna see my chola where the retros go
Knowing that we control the whole metro
Tell me what's up, my boys all painted in pearl white
Ten shots for the chola, forty for inside the tesla, oh
To me, this is basic, this is basic
I catch you leaving Macy's
I put thirteen in five like Tracy
Tickets from a thousand to a thousand are all easy
My cat is big cool, big guns, we all spray 'em like crazy (ratatata)
And we're in the hundred by three five
I got cloned car dealers, a tool shed, a jockey for all the guns

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat
If you want problems, we'll kill you (uh, uh, uh)
To shock you and leave you lying

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat (God, damn)
I can't trust anyone no more
Can't trust anyone no more

Yeah
I don't sing along with anyone
And I pass by the number one like nothing
Go to sleep 'cause we'll catch you at Denny's during breakfast
I come in with the full fade, take a bite of the pancake
The next thing you'll see is two combs taped together
And brr, that's how the draki dragon sounds
I think twice where you hide the g-wagon
I think twice before fronting in the iron
'Cause all my dogs will empty all the iron

I got power, nigga
Millionaire since my twenties
We empty the full-semi AK's until they're empty
We take your AP, Rolexes, and cubans
We give the owner your song and set up shop tomorrow
From the H, two hundred 23 and it ain't fly
More sticks than the Russian army in Turabo Heights
It's not the same to see the fire than to be in the heat
And not even AutoZone can match Castellón's piece
Your saint won't defend you even if you ask for help
Miguel Cotto opened 2007 by hitting Zab Judah
Someone stop me before I burn them
They know I get high and I'm not Panadol PM
The mileage mark is erased, Coscu when he gets high
He catches them in broad daylight in the Minillas tunnel
In Loíza or Kennedy, I see the enemies
I'ma murder those motherfuckers
Ya'll know who gonna murder me?

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat
If you want problems, we'll kill you (wherever)
To shock you and leave you lying (I'll light you up)

We're out here on the corner
Always packing heat
I can't trust anyone no more
Can't trust anyone no more