De Por Vida

Walking down the street with my buddies
From a dangerous neighborhood, a corner of mobsters
From the block where they moved the stuff
Don't call me to record, I don't record for business
It all was

Yeah, it's dp
For life
From the bottom
From the damn shit

They claim to be the most rappers, they shout that speech
How can it be true if they're buying views
I've had to fail, the soul needs it
I avoided the linear so the cycle doesn't repeat
I have a pure writing, a floating right
I write freehand, my voice is hardly edited
I learned to rap by smoking in these streets that stir you up
They were nights of work, victory if it's pretty

My dark circles confirm it, my mom sees me better
So she doesn't worry, I break the bread
To see how it multiplies
You speak very nicely
But none of that applies
May the initials of my group
Be written in our history
Or that years have passed and hunger doesn't go away
The treacherous flatterers I don't want them near
I only hang out with buddies
The rest don't even know me

Walking down the street with my buddies
From a dangerous neighborhood, a corner of mobsters
From the block where they moved the stuff
Don't call me to record, I don't record for business
It all was

Rapping on the sidewalk
With these dark circles
We record a thousand songs
In an act of faith
Nights of craziness
Concerts outside
Now we're cool
My mom believes it

I said the last cigarette, nah, I'm lying
And you tell me if you love me or if I'm an experiment
Love the pain, it's a talent
And more for the moment than wanting is so violent
Trust in everything you do
And always distrust the one who flatters all the time (fake)
Here envy is a plague
And we're going for 10 years, my group is a saga

We live off the unthinkable
Today I thank that past santi (sadman)
For being so stubborn and obstinate
And not letting down with time being shameless
There were many roads
Long nights walking
From my house to the neighborhood
From the neighborhood to where Fernando is
We recorded a thousand songs
I don't know what I was thinking
And we didn't cover the leaks
When it was drizzling
Love for everyone
It's dp mothafucka
Dedicated to my parents
To my siblings
What up

Walking down the street with my buddies
From a dangerous neighborhood, a corner of mobsters
From the block where they moved the stuff
Don't call me to record, I don't record for business
It all was

Rapping on the sidewalk
With these dark circles
We record a thousand songs
In an act of faith
Nights of craziness
Concerts outside
Now we're cool
My mom believes it