Santo

They want to get on the bandwagon but fuck off
I already left without gravity, Sandra Bullock
I no longer have a bad face going to work
Now the business is going smoothly like a hubcap
I went through all the letters and never cheated
From A to Z, bars like in bench press
Now the kids ask Santa for my hoodie
And I drive a BMW with seven gears on the lever

Looking at shop windows on Calle Serrano
With a mommy by my side, Prada and Ferragamo
Flexing like Arabs, better drug than the gossip show
Fame even in Bangladesh
If here everyone looks out for themselves
Crazy, I look out for myself
I take care of the cows in my fold
It wasn't for fashion or for a dollar bill
I order a chelada and cochinita pibil
To share with my buddies when a missile is launched, ah

From the gym to the studio and from the studio to the party
Molly stand, colorful flowers, Murakami
Over the top like cops in Lavapi
Having maafe for breakfast with basmati rice
I have everything I wanted to have without receiving a favor
It wasn't a miracle from the Virgin, I went without fear of error
I have the eyes of a winner behind Tom Ford glasses
Knock knock, they be knocking my door

I have never been a saint
I've wasted a lot of time on nothing
Lying on a bench
And now it's another bank that I want to fill
The pesos and the quarters
Leaving from the 'el Kas' room
Joking around in the meantime
Showing what I'm worth in every city

I know that even a one-armed man can pick up the pesos and quarters
I know the white powder is a black cliff
I know it's arrogant to show off my jewelry so much
But that doesn't stop me from smiling while I polish it
It is what it is, that's fame, showbiz
Everyone wants to sleep at the Ritz, fuck a miss
The buddy you'd die for tomorrow makes a diss

Distributions and royalties, cocksuckers, fakes and wannabes
That's how it is, that I never changed
Not for the likes, not to get on Spotify playlists
I just put my life into songs in primetime
And now I live in a fifth floor apartment overlooking the skyline
I'm entering the mainstream to educate the mainstream
But you'll understand when I die like James Dean
With the eyes of a winner behind Fendi glasses
And the face of someone who knows their worth, you feel me?

I have never been a saint
I've wasted a lot of time on nothing
Lying on a bench
And now it's another bank that I want to fill
The pesos and the quarters
Leaving from the 'el Kas' room
Joking around in the meantime
Showing what I'm worth in every city

I have never been a saint
I've wasted a lot of time on nothing
Lying on a bench
And now it's another bank that I want to fill
The pesos and the quarters
Leaving from the 'el Kas' room
Joking around in the meantime
Showing what I'm worth in every city
Oh, every city