Yo No Me Dejo

Dad, I don't give up
I'm already grown up, idiot
Look at yourself in my mirror
If you see the reflection of an old man
And they put on a face as if they saw strange things
As if they intimidated me
As if they stood up and looked
As if they were so brave and shot me
So macho that they started
So they would later shit themselves
Dad, I am the satellite
That detects what stinks
And since yours doesn't affect me...
I know you're a fake
Since you were a kid
Dad, calm down, fake

I am Don, raised in the same alley as you
With cars worth half a million
And items that have blinded television
So, speak clearly, you suck-up
Do you think you can compete with me song by song?
Not one of yours, none
If you are the Big Shot on Earth
I am the King of the moon
I am the same Don
The same street flow
The same sound, the same melody
I am the voice of reggaeton
And although I have moved forward quite a bit
Never think that Don's ego got the best of him
So pay attention, hey, without crap
Lieutenant of the club breakers
Take, drink so you can quench your thirst
You are so far away that you have called it Mecca
Take, hold on to mine that plays like butter
And don't get carried away out of line because of the situation
Or be careful what happens to you...
And since you like me to speak to you in another language
If you mess up, I'll mess up your fuselage
Better stop the trip and let your crew relax
Or the royal rumble will be wild
You wanted to be a big shot? Take being a big shot!
The king of the metropolitan area and God after the toll booths

Whenever you want!
B-B-Bones!
B-B-Bones!
You think you're ready?
I don't think so!
For me, you stay in Mecca!
The sky is my limit
Your nightmare!
Don!
Tainy Tunes!
Bones!