La Glopeta (feat. Wilmer Roberts y Kfi)

Mom always told me not to trust
In someone important who would turn me
Not to turn my back even if they looked for me
That most buddies turn out two-faced

And I just want what's mine
Let them look wherever
Blessings for the enemies too
And if it's not mine, let them move it

Because I go out hooked on mine (hooked on)
Always active on the corner
My circle closed and planted (planted)
In case one goes off-key
Because we are the ones in the game (game, game)
The stack of 100, we're veterans
And I want what's mine good and let them look too

(Ay ay) Bring me the glock, it's stuck where the dealer is
The best respects me, I don't smoke if it's not YELLO
There's no way they'll get me, that's what they used to say
And from the Ford to the SRTeta! I hooked the Kia on my neck
And if they come behind, I put it in reverse and run them over, clin clin, the rap
It's mine, I put my stamp on it, uh' uh', they know who I am now
And I remember me in the zone at 130 miles per hour and now look at me now
Locked up in San Pedro with a presenter, simple and exclusive
Like a Pandora's box, I'm your boss's future
And of all those who collaborate

I go out hooked on mine, always active on the corner
The red eye, I'm always ready, and beymi active
In case someone goes off-key
Because we are the ones in the game (game, game)
The stack of 100, we're veterans
And I want what's mine good and let them look too

(KFI) the prototypes arrive, turning on many without using medicine
They can't call us transformers, we transform the alphabet into rhyme
We climb to the top making golden music
You making music is just junk

The street teaches me what I wasn't taught at home
To take care of fake buddies who in the alley
Sell themselves with lies and put on a big show
And end up on the floor like the rats they are

And in life I learned that every ass-kisser is a traitor
RIP Kitah, who in the end fold for money, I only trust
In mom because love is fleeting and they paint themselves
As good ones, but in the end, they're leather

And I, who have warrior blood
With a humble heart
But I had a steel cover made
Here only you enter if I want you, 20 seconds
Of silence, I dedicate it to the triggermen (Bruuu)

I have things in life that only I know
My father's death never hurt me
Thanks to mom for the size she gave me
And all the beautiful things she taught me in life
Lord, bless everyone who hates
Don't let the tide take away their dreams
Fight for what's yours no matter who
The hustler is lurking and he doesn't play

Because I go out hooked on mine (hooked on)
Always active on the corner
My circle closed and planted (planted)
In case one goes off-key
Because we are the ones in the game (game, game)
The stack of 100, we're veterans
And I want what's mine good and let them look too

I never stopped and I'll never stop
I remember the times when there wasn't even a poloche
Enyer one
KFI
The minors
The New Order
Bruuu dummy
Beymi
Tell me platinum
Aaaoooo
Hooked, planted