Me mudé a Madrid

I moved to Madrid, to complete my destiny (a shit)
I have those vultures lurking, you can see them coming
I get doubles like Gyllenhaal in Enemy (haha)
They want to pull a Fitzgerald Kennedy on me (prr)
But it's not gonna happen, man, I'm like Lil Supa
I learned to do this in the dojo, know what I mean? (suck)
Not even a million bucks will get me close to those rats
This time the monkey doesn't dance for money (prr)
In a hotel with a pretty mommy (a shit)

Wasting money, but everything's great
From the party to the grave, to hell
The heir of the jungle, like Simba
It's not sugar, the kid has cavities (that's how it is, man)
Cocaine is more attractive than Warner
Life is a bitch and you can't live on air (no-no-no)
The mother of the delinquent is hunger
Mom, I'm not looking for the Ferrari Spider

Love and loyalty for me and my tigers (a shit)
Around here more than one acts like a wild dog (ah, ah, ah)
And gives the paw when the men in suits arrive
I started doing it like a thug but now I want the treasure
As safe as Mapfre, or your teacher's voice
I haven't lost faith, I'm asking for it out loud (no)

I've recorded over a hundred hits, yours is pure posing, bro
Ah, in my head there's only leather and money, it's a brothel
I have my mind on Sub-0, it looks like an igloo (ice)
There's no room in it for me, how are you going to fit? (ha)
I'm in a GTI with Gorilla Glue smoke
Smoking more than if I were to die tomorrow

There are days I think, I wish they'd kill me tomorrow
You can't be like me even if they killed you
You wouldn't handle the pressure when they squeeze you (tu-tu-tu-tu-tum)
I'm a Ferrari, baby, but with Tara
I slept with Ana, woke up with Sara

All those rookies don't compare to me
They're drops running down the drain from the screen
In the studio I'm the shit, I'm Pippen
On the street you're not roosters, you're chickens
On the street my kids are lit up like clippers

They surprise you, even if they're not the Clippers (balling)
Look at me, I'm a Block Runner, I'm a Taker
I go hard and also for the ladies
I have a life, but I need twenty
Bring me a good saint, cousin, I need twenty
I get frustrated sometimes as if I have shackles
I'm locked up, but I'm inside a rocket
Look at me, sometimes I record to see how it feels
Other times I don't record anything because I know nobody understands it, ah (bu-bu-bum)
Nights without brakes and pills
Mom, I'm not leaving this life
Everything backwards, they stay forever
Crazy but others, but your hits are forgotten

There are days I'm broke
And there are days I'm so high
That I can't see anything
That I only have myself drunk alone at the top