La Sangre Nueva

G Musik on the beat, boy

Destined to reign before birth
As a child in the streets waiting to grow
We arrived making noise as it should be

You do what you have to do
I'm not a character
Do you understand the message?
The dogs like me don't change their fur

I changed my mind when they asked me to work
I dreamed of being successful and I got wilder
In this world to succeed you need courage
And I took the path without thinking about the journey

Heading towards a new life, knowing other landscapes
I left the past behind so the baggage doesn't weigh me down
Talk to me from the heart, not about percentages
My attitude is anti-rat, I don't want blackmail

I'm different, there's no way I fit in
If they're not humble, we don't speak the same language
They'll judge me by my clothes or my tattoos
I care little because there's no way I'll back down

Even if the rich dress like thugs, the camouflage shows
To hell with the showbiz and the pretense
I'm a free man, no one controls me
Because I never let anyone fool me

I never cried because a friend or a woman left me
Life taught me to be a man and not complain
I grew up without a father, without love, without my mother
Dodging death, the envious, and the bars

I value those who love me, care for me, and advise me
And I only ask that when I die, God protects them
I know more than one has me in their sights
But as long as things go well for me, the family celebrates

You go on with tales and don't learn the moral
I know I'm real because the fakes stay away
I stick with those from before, they know where to find me
Where the real ones are and the fools don't enter

Vices and pleasures don't distract me
You work harder and stop copying lyrics
The ones who know have arrived to show you how the hell this is done
Playing from Bussa Records

Money is spent, that's not shown
Loyalty and bravery are only proven
The Argentine mafia, the streets are ours
You go out guarded to see if you get kidnapped

I shower, dress simple, and put on perfume
Then I get rid of what doesn't add up
We already had what you boast about
From what counts, to what you consume

Humility always brings down everything that rises
I've always stayed low-key and worked
Even when they threw me bad vibes, I never stopped
And now I'm going for everything I never had

And now I'm ready to break the tracks
I'm ready to break the tracks
And now I'm ready to break the tracks
I'm ready to break the tracks

Destined to reign before birth
As a child in the streets waiting to grow
We arrived making noise as it should be
You do what you have to do

I win by knockout
They call me Cotto aka the number one
Son of crazy Monica and the late Juan
The best of rappers, the boss of the underground
Focused like Chino Maidana for the twelve rounds