La H

Eladio Carrión
What a bastard!
Cashie, drop that
Hey, hey!

Yeah, I went from eating at Rochino, to dressing Valentino (uh!)
The money stacked like Victorino's bangs (mule!)
The movie's on play, I'm the director, they call me Tarantino (play!)
They talk about me, I know everything like the program that Corcino hosts (uh!)
Yeah, I sleep during the day, I go out at night like Jimmy Fallon (damn!)
I want a plane like José, in Medellin's house the G-Wagon (hey!)
That's why I work like a slave, always with the .9, the car's loaded
I knew I was going to be a star since like eighth grade

This wasn't destiny, I screwed myself for everything I have
They don't know anything about me, they only know where I come from (uh)
The H isn't for Houston, now it's Huma
They never want smoke, only when they smoke (hey, hey, hey!)

I have enemies biting, I know, I notice them from afar (damn!)
Some I see, I swear, it's like looking in a mirror (bitch!)
I learn better from hits, bastard, I don't take advice (hey!)
If your energy doesn't match mine, that's easy, I walk away (no!)
Untouchable bars like a club during curfew (
While I make weight, they're two-faced like a coin (uh!)
They throw mud, then they realize, life is a wheel (uh!)
You bought expensive clothes, congratulations, I saw it, it doesn't suit you

This wasn't destiny, I screwed myself for everything I have
They don't know anything about me, they only know where I come from (hey!)
The H isn't for Houston, now it's Huma
They never want smoke, only when they smoke