Quienes Son Ustedes

Yeah
For the teachers who said I wouldn't be anything
I'm laid back making money without doing anything
I just want to know about progress, money, and nothing else
There are many pigs, I only trust my mom

Thanks to God for the talent, the rest was us
Skeletons under my bed, a couple of monsters
How damn it turned out, yes I knew it, from the first day I saw it in his face
May it be the mother of fame and envy

They snore from heat when the waters are warm
Thirty for the pain that relieves me
I walk straight, but it bends like an orchid

In my mind, crazy things happen, you can't imagine
We practice this every day, look at my stamina
They think they have me figured out, I turn the page
Untouchable because they don't touch the one who walks with God

And who are you?
Who let you into my VIP?
And all these women who now look for me as if they wanted something from me?
And these thugs on the networks who have cheats on the keyboard?

And who are you?
Who are you? Yeah
Who are you?

From the H, but it's G the Mercedes
They told me no and yes it can be done
They copy me and maybe the flow doesn't even suit them
They call me for a feature and maybe it can't be done

Two-faced like a coin
With a heart like a cooler
They wish to see me down, they wish
I don't like to lose, but I learned from all my failures

One gives a hand, but they pull your arm
Life is short, but I always think long term
Sell myself for money? Nah, I'd rather pass

And who are you?
Who let you into my VIP?
And all these women who now look for me as if they wanted something from me?
And these thugs on the networks who have cheats on the keyboard?

Who are you? Yeah (Who are you? Yeah)
Who are you? Yeah (you are, yeah)