Vida Real

This time without masks
But I have my word
And I know I shouldn't keep quiet
Thank you very much

Real life, tell me how it's going
We've come this far, we haven't stopped working
You got me sick, you're gonna cure me
This is a rush, no need to purify
From the 90s, sales are increasing
Fernando sounds heavy, that's what it represents
If you don't lie to me, don't expect me to lie to you
This is gas, pepper gas
Deal, ah, there's no deal here
You're not 2Pac, you're the Paco's men
That sounds like trap, that sounds like rag
Hands up, this is a hold-up
Handsome, OG maco
Stay alert, pay attention to the info
Seven lives, and I'm not a cat
I sell it good, pretty, cheap
Soup, soup, silly soup
We're all in the silly soup
We don't do anything when we see we're being robbed
We put the noose on ourselves
Lover, lover, a one lover
To those who stay silent when interrogated
Mess around, mess around, let it mess around
Come to the party, it looks like a wedding
The kids smoke it all
Careful with the drink they spike with drugs
I think I'm the Pope and I don't wear a robe
They get hiccups if I sing them all
She-wolf, she-wolf, thousands of she-wolves
They've crossed me, they called me brother
Play, play, but nicely
Kicking balls since I was little

Chocolate, marijuana
Aged rum, comes from Havana
I pack my bags, I'm going to Tijuana
I smoke a cigarette, drink Mamajuana
In my bed, no more drama
I like that face of I don't know what's up
The last round and the bell rings
You the yang, me the yin, we're buddies
For Mount Fuji, I live the movie
I'm bad and boujee, you're a Teletubbie
You can't even finish a Rubik's cube
You end up in the ICU
All your friends cheering
Just do it, just do it!
We're rich in friends
Let's go for a ride in a Mitsubishi
On the road to Ibiza city
I arrive at DC10, Fiji water
Listen to Fernando, kill them all
I see all rappers jogging
They're empty with the groupies
I feel like a sniper in Call of Duty

Fake rappers who are dead if they diss me
I aim for the target and sharpen my aim
When I enter, no one breathes
When I leave, break ranks
You lack routine, Blas encourages it
Fernando Costa, a minefield
Greetings to my crazy ones from beautiful Mexico
Greetings to my dudes from Argentina

Who was there when we had nothing?
And tell me who was there when the money didn't come
And tell me who was there when you were breaking your face
When you had no money, when your wings were clipped
And tell me who was there when we had nothing?
And tell me who was there when the money didn't come
And tell me who was there when you were breaking your face
When you had no money, when your wings were clipped