RUMBO FIJO

I don't even know (I don't even know)
What I'm gonna do (what I'm gonna do)
If you're not here (if you're not here)
I don't even know (I don't even know)
What I'm gonna do (what I'm gonna do)

If you're not here
Hey, hey, bro, Blasfem
Get that shit off me
I wanna get my shit together, motherfucker
Pu-pu-pu! Pu-pu-pu!

Fernando, you ain't who you used to be
You don't sing like you did in Malamanera
You don't remember Zerdos and Diamantes
I liked your old songs way better
What?

The big shots from Spain just showed up
They got hooked on my rhymes like they were cocaine
I got a couple of angels, not talking about LA
Like CJ: Here we go again

I got a few homies who turned out fake
Started with booze and then the weed
First it was the fafa, then the Xanax
They sold out their mom for a little bit of cash

The kids in the club selling pills
We grew up with the party, the wreckage, and the deals
Let’s hit the after party on the hill
When you were making a hundred, we were making a thousand

How do I explain that I'm from the island?
The whole world spins when I light up the blunt
Everyone's asking: why do I win the prize?
'Cause I've been blessed since I was a little kid

So, baby, tonight there's a vibe
Pop the bottles and light up the Phillies
The blunts of weed, the stacks of cash
The kids on the bikes are doing wheelies

There are a few things I gotta explain
It's not the same to shoot as to see them coming
I was working in Ibiza, broke as hell
While they were judging me, they were sniffing coke

They only brag about the material
The chain shines but it's just metal
The car they drive is a rental
I bought my grandma a hospital bed

I cry in the hood, I don't cry in the limo
The streets know where we come from
Mine are pit bulls, yours are pugs
Mine are real, yours are fake, yeah

It's like putting Cristiano in recess
Everyone knows I’d win, but it looks bad
So I cover my eyes and pretend I don't see
I let them rap while I don’t rap

I don’t want anyone to get too smart
'Cause the one who acts up gets left blind
I'm warning you, it’s not unexpected
'Cause next year we’re dropping an album
Fuck that shit

Fernando, you ain't who you used to be
You don't sing like you did in Malamanera
A few years ago I had no steady course
Now I'm thinking about having a kid

It's hard to find balance
Seeing family behind the glass
If it weren't for music, I'd be in prison
Rapping saved me from suicide, for real