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Jetson and Lele, the secret weapon, man
Sniper sp

Where I'm from
They look for me 'cause I look for trouble
And it pisses me off
On the street, there’s no law (Alex Pólvora)
Unfortunately, there’s no break here
To fix things if you get caught up
Here I am, as usual, on the corner
Bulletproof vest protecting my life
I’m at the kiosk trying to get mine
And I roll with a crew that never backs down

Here I am on the corner, a concrete maze
The asphalt's hot, secrets melting away
I don’t wear chains, I grease my charm
I load a 24-round clip into the toy

I walk through the muck and don’t slip
I don’t believe in curses, I’m not cursed
But I know the kiosk heats up every time I pull
No waste repairs every time I shoot
I’ll keep fighting until my last breath
Thanks to Dad, I’m still breathing
And surviving this jungle
Struggling and dodging the swamp trying to pull me under
I’ll keep hustling and grinding until the grave
(From Carola to Isabela, Jetson)

Hey
Here I am still in the Cornell
With the bomb, my conscience, and the revolver
Mess with me, you’ll rest 7 feet under
On the street, there’s no law or order code
If you throw a weak shot, the prodigals respond

I never surround myself with losers who aren’t worth shit
I also don’t negotiate for anyone who likes to play it safe
The voice that speaks in my ear isn’t Satan
My sixth sense keeps me alive
There’s no more orders

There aren’t any big shots, that’s out of style
The Cori Fendel snitched, so go to the kiosk
Let’s see who’s left
The papers are signed, they have photos of the feds
And it’s 20 ribs for conspiracy now

Where I'm from
They look for me 'cause I look for trouble
And it pisses me off
On the street, there’s no law (Alex Pólvora)
Unfortunately, there’s no break here
To fix things if you get caught up
Here I am, as usual, on the corner
Bulletproof vest protecting my life
I’m at the kiosk trying to get mine
And I roll with a crew that never backs down

(Alex Pólvora)
Here I am always ready with the half
With the crew from B
Smell like shit, get in line
In the spot where I live, the rats don’t breathe
And those who turn on us, we run over

What’s out there is FM Glock with chips and 30-round clips
If they act dumb, we’ll pull out the 90
I swear on my daughter, nobody messes with me
Some turn themselves in to the Lord, and others move to the sale
The life I live, man, it’s crazy
That’s my ride, 24 like Madonna
We’re out here with the heat at all hours
We pull it out, we mess around, we shoot, and fuck it

The secret weapon, man
In my corner, you survive with the dog out
Always fresh with Jordans and a New Era cap
In my hood, if you look for trouble, you’re going to the lagoon
You know if you get caught, I’m not going to let any of you slide
What’s up, man? I don’t respect you, three strikes
As far as I know, there’s no protection for the weak
In line, I see them at the club
While I’m rolling with 40 and passing 60 cricos
It’s just that we’re the ones shining
The ones who bring the heat
The ones who kill the real ones, you kill the fakes
I’ve been messing around for a while, everyone’s hiding their faces
Smells like shit, here we’re all monsters

Where I'm from
They look for me 'cause I look for trouble
And it pisses me off
On the street, there’s no law (Alex Pólvora)
Unfortunately, there’s no break here
To fix things if you get caught up
Here I am, as usual, on the corner
Bulletproof vest protecting my life
I’m at the kiosk trying to get mine
And I roll with a crew that never backs down

Aha, you magic
Jetson the super
Sniper sp
Tell them this is the street
Alex Pólvora
The vibe of this move never expires
Haha, like the pot’s killer
Junil Chato, luck killer
Lele, the secret weapon
Man, since you left
Half of the genre is getting a recap
And in the unemployment line
'Cause they have no one to write for them, haha, they tell me
That they’re offering a million
For your notebook
Rest in peace
The writer of writers
Where I'm from