Tarea$ Sucia$ (part. Homer El Mero Mero)

I don't have to fix anything for you, man
Long ago, I lost my mind
They leave me hanging, I let them talk
So much crap to make me responsible
Hunger in the minors, price on the triggers
And that feeling cut like a knife
I'm dealing drugs, I'm shining
To make your whole path easier
Blood on the bills, dirty tasks
For those junkies who don't give up the street
I'm combing the snow, I feel like in Russia
Bardero$ Click bitch, fuck your complaints

Why wouldn't I be who I am?
If that's how I'm happy
We are as we are, waiting for the end to come
Guys from the hood, bandits with swing
Mixing again, just give me Nezquik
Why wouldn't I be who I am?
If that's how I'm happy
We are as we are, waiting for the end to come
Guys from the hood, bandits with swing
Mixing again, just give me Nezquik

Barder$ Click motherfucker, yeah
Bitches know who I am, I go calmly, destroy
I smoke weed by the coast, they know who I am
It's the boy
Party, kilos, liquor, pure crystal, brown
I have grams and colorful pills in the blunt
I'm ready, motherfuckers check out my style
Your bitch is with me or she's with my friends
Bandits, my black guys back up what I say
If you fail me, you better stop or I'll make you
Bitch, say it, we never left, always in the game
I'm the laces with my leather jacket, see you later
Show me the price if you want to talk
We understand everything here, we all know already
My dogs, until the day of burial
Sons of bitches with loyalty created on top of a hill
Barderos, Chuletas, C.R. or The Real Deal
We're still around, but with more money, bitch

Why wouldn't I be who I am?
If that's how I'm happy
We are as we are, waiting for the end to come
Guys from the hood, bandits with swing
Mixing again, just give me Nezquik
Why wouldn't I be who I am?
If that's how I'm happy
We are as we are, waiting for the end to come
Guys from the hood, bandits with swing
Mixing again, just give me Nezquik