30 Grados

And I've lost brothers that I truly cared about
30 degrees, but you leave home and the streets are cold, the sidewalk is already chilly
What I talk about in the street, cousin, is the day-to-day, where I'm from the street is lit
Don't lose focus, dude, don't sleep, you can die on your way to the bakery

We don't accept disrespect, if you lack it just wait for them to come for you
Damn, how you are just a nigga, bon appetit, I left your face like a little petit
But it's so good, I had to repeat
And stop with the kisses and love without taking off my black Jordans, I put it in

The block is full of undercover cops, so, be careful, I combine my toys
Every day playing with my freedom, metals, money, you know you ghost
Don't treat anyone like a nigga, but you do it to surprise those hoes
And these bad girls now want to call me, I told her I'm busy, yeah, I've been on shows

Feds on my cousin, niggas want me dead, Glock, I'm gonna show them love
Money got low, a bunch of minors copying my flows
Still on the streets, what I do from streaming, I turn it into dope
And before buying this trim, I bought a-, like how smooth

They're gonna die trying to be gangsters, stop with the movie, we know who you are
And this is the life that I lived, around there for the views, not even for women
In the neighborhood, it's a parrot, if you reach 30, you die first
And as if they were cops in the hood, they interrogate you if they don't know who you are

And here I am again, in case the message hasn't reached them
A whole businessman, I don't dress in a suit, and this is true life, this is not staged
And all of my niggas are wild, there's not one of my black guys who isn't a savage
Listen to the lies they tell in their songs, brother, deep down it really pisses me off

I tell my broski to be careful, the block right now is hot like Puerto Rico
That's why when they call, discreet, and I only carry what I need
3.50, I'd rather die before getting rich, whether selling records or selling coke
Rude block boys, I don't know if when I sing in this, brother, I explain myself

And I've lost brothers that I truly cared about
30 degrees, but you leave home and the streets are cold, the sidewalk is already chilly
What I talk about in the street, cousin, is the day-to-day, where I'm from the street is lit
Don't lose focus, dude, don't sleep, you can die on your way to the bakery