De Que Vuelan, Vuelan

You!! Crisler the Swordsman
Niko the Factory
Talent on Hand Armed

My enemies want to stand tall like I do (Oh)
But when they fly, they fly, I know they want
To throw me a curveball and they'll feel the Glock
(Oh) because when they fly, they fly
They want to walk where I walk
They want to show off like I do
But they can't pull it off because I've already stained it
(Oh) and when they fly, they fly

I've always stood tall since I was
In school, walking serious and just holding on
My struggles, nowadays I'm the voice of the street
In Venezuela, and I like guns
Because when they fly, they fly, I know I've thrown
Some stuff and I have to admit it, homie, but I've toned it down
Since Naomi was born, you all keep barking
And on the track, you back off, I don't have time for guys
I'm focused on a Mercedes, the kids greet me
With their best faces because they have stories
And in morals, a crack, raise your hand
Those who want to see me caught in the mahogany, witches
With brooms, let's make the coroner pick them up
It's not that I'm a thug, but they hear me when
I speak because I've felt the sound of drills up close
I'm different from the rest because they're all fakes
Who wanted to give me sugar, but I saw their intentions
I know they want to see me down, but I'm not going to stop
Bothering them, even if the morals hurt, I only trust
In God, for you, I have a Glock
For these little witches because when they fly, they fly

My enemies want to stand tall like I do (Oh)
But when they fly, they fly, I know they want
To throw me a curveball and they'll feel the Glock
(Oh) because when they fly, they fly,
They want to walk where I walk
They want to show off like I do
But they can't pull it off because I've already stained it
(Oh) and when they fly, they fly

Sometimes I think about how life takes so many
Turns, envy, who would send for me to settle
The scores, the street tempts me, you think
I don't notice, they talk about me behind my back
These rappers want to throw me a curveball
But they better not dare because they're
Standing wrong, even with the girls, I know they have
Beef with me, but they never confess it because I'm that little
Ugly black kid who rolls with strawberries, I move through all
The places related to serious people, like no
They're scared if they're riding through the artery
All their bad actions, I always
Collect them, then I grab the right moment and click-clack
I detonate them, I'm calm because I grew up among
Crocodiles, you dream of rocking the track like
I do, little kids who were thugs back in high school
Now I see them dressed as cops in the coliseum

My enemies want to stand tall like I do (Oh)
But when they fly, they fly, I know they want
To throw me a curveball and they'll feel the Glock
(Oh) because when they fly, they fly,
They want to walk where I walk
They want to show off like I do
But they can't pull it off because I've already stained it
(Oh) and when they fly, they fly