Piso 64 (feat. Alemán)

Yeah, yeah

I’m looking at the city from some floor 64
My friends are family, my family’s crazy, dude
I built it all with Erick mixing on the gear
I’ve got lifelong scars, none of them came cheap

They’re calling on the other line, a brand seals the deal
The way you look at me, I look back, the way you treat me, I treat you
I shoot for the sky shouting: Long live Mexico
Praying, dodging, avoiding some tragic end, yo
Ah, in the BRABUS I cruise through traffic
Your lips turned me into a damn romantic

Nah, now everything’s getting clearer
Like Quintero, my style’s always the priciest
They didn’t invest in me, they lit me up
Throw me in the ring, you won’t see me down

Scars recognize when you’re a fighter
Never wish for your buddy’s girl sitting beside you
I grew up listening to Celso with a slowed-down beat
Since I was thirteen, the factory hasn’t closed

My mind’s imagining how to make that dough
I don’t spend it on drugs, much less on whores
The account has seven digits, but none are zero
Baby, come to my block, I’ll turn into a bandit

Floor 64 and that’s why I grind
I don’t stop hustling, I wanna hit 65
Working hard from Monday to Sunday
Always doing it right, that’s why I stand out

I always run with luck, I should play bingo
She gets down on her own, I swear, I don’t push her
I always hit it hard, I even look like a Viking
Shoutout to Guerrero, to my people from Chilpancingo

Hey, I got the gringos lit
Hey, like Babo, buzzing my lingo
Hey, I’m a star like Ringo
Eh, addicted to money, I’m no longer a loser

I like to think clearly, I like expensive things
I like being on top to think straight
I pass the mic to Gera, this crew can’t be stopped
Touch one of us and several guns will pop off