Hijo de Papi

You who think everything came easy for me
I had to hit hard, no one makes it easy for you
Some play dirty, but I had faith in my pencil
From the bottom, I was always a son of a bitch, not a daddy's boy

And even though I wasn't all tens in school
I wanted to make money, I left everything for later
Love is no longer of interest to me
No matter how high I climb, I won't lose my footing

Discipline and sacrifice, then everything fell into place
Whether a good day or a bad day, I thank God
It's what the kid learned from his old man
A matter of time and now I see how it all clicked

He left school, manning up to reap the rewards
To some a hero, to others I'm like Lex Luthor
But that's not my fault, for business I was more astute
They project pure fantasy, they should be Tim Burton

In the neighborhood, two doves and a message, not WhatsApp
This is the first and six like when the Pats attack
Some don't throw stones because they know some facts
Left with bleeding gums like Lisa with the sax

I focus on my business and the hustle
Some leave the track, not Daytona and the pits
With effort and sacrifice, just those couple of tips
I'm the one leading the movement like a tick attack, cousin

You who think everything came easy for me
I had to hit hard, no one makes it easy for you
Some play dirty, but I had faith in my pencil
From the bottom, I was always a son of a bitch, not a daddy's boy

And even though I wasn't all tens in school
I wanted to make money, I left everything for later
Love is no longer of interest to me
No matter how high I climb, I won't lose my footing

Ninety-nine percent effort, the rest is your gift
Declare bankruptcy and see if they are or aren't
Although some throw salt at me, son, I don't lose my flavor
Fewer friends, fewer betray me with reason

I wish I had known earlier, but oh well
Now thinking about what's next, I didn't come to talk
Greetings to those who follow me, I must remember
A past that haunts me and I can't deny

I was out on the wrong path, negative times
Rapping and selling candy on public transport
I was already a producer, but not productive
Today I don't give up for my parents, they are my reason, son

Today on the scale there's no vice, just charges
Cardboard artists, I don't want to discourage you
No one succeeds on the first day and I didn't get tired of trying
You have to hit hard, dreaming alone is not enough

You who think everything came easy for me
I had to hit hard, no one makes it easy for you
Some play dirty, but I had faith in my pencil
From the bottom, I was always a son of a bitch, not a daddy's boy

And even though I wasn't all tens in school
I wanted to make money, I left everything for later
Love is no longer of interest to me
No matter how high I climb, I won't lose my footing