2 The Sky

Wake up, kid (wake up, kid)
Following your path is the law (oh, shit)
Trusting your gut is the law (always, always)
Fuck the whole world (fuck 'em)
That's how it is
El Palo, Málaga, Worldwide (Worldwide)
Let’s go

We’d have to see you at the top
What would you have done with your ego?
We’d have to see those rappers
Turning down six figures
I’d love to see you singing while starving
With a full stomach
See you trying out other genres
When in yours, you’re the best
I won’t lie to you
I’ve been scared, I’ve been through hard times
I’ve had my money stolen
Lust came with new friends
To the point where I almost lost the good ones
We’d have to see you holding on
To so many fake advisors
Or singing in a stadium
And then walking through the hood
I’d need to see you with your feet on the ground
After all the praise from the whole genre
We’d have to see you on an open mic
With empty rooms dreaming of full ones
Chains with ice, drugs, and models
Luxury clothes and leather seats
I was caught up in that mess
And I jumped off the ship, we’d have to see you

I always thought that
I don’t trust people who don’t look up at the sky
Space Hammurabi, Delaossa
La Madrugá
I always, always, always believed in this
Fuck it, let’s go

If I were in your shoes
I’d miss myself too
I wish I could go back to being that humble kid
Who was just starting from scratch
If I could turn back time
And understand the game earlier
Maybe I’d be less of a jerk
And a little less of a womanizer
I wouldn’t have played with fire
Or bitten the bait
I’d be cautious with every decision
And I would’ve moved with less attachment
I wouldn’t have burned through cash
And I would’ve set up a side hustle
To not live in mourning
Sometimes what you dream makes you a prisoner but
When things go well, you gotta handle the pressure
Because that’s when jealousy starts
Don’t try to please everyone
Being accommodating is poison
Watch out for your crew
Be wary of outsiders
Don’t let anyone take you off your focus
And keep your head in the sky