SHHH

I walk like Juanito, I walk with smart guys (woo)
Models mark me and it's not because of how I dress (ah)
If I arrive for the club, bring me the most expensive drink
If I arrive for the neighborhood, you know, no one has seen me

Shhh, keep quiet, the tigers have arrived
For us, in your team, we see only puppets (yah)
Better comply with your boss, bring diapers and supplies (please)
And stop dreaming of a movie that is not as you see
I compose daily, mature verse

In his champagne drink, I'll put cyanide
From the new school, the puppy is one of the tough ones
No need for a psychic to see my future
If they hit me, I hit double. If I scratch, I heal
If they mess with mine, I'll have to remove the insurance
Click-clack and the one from Cosculluela is not playing

But, I'm taking care that this life doesn't hurt me much
I was raffling since yesterday, even if I don't want to see it purifying
The stage, without a record label and manager
The small difference no one had to make for me
I found alone with Oscar the formula to grow
To be, be, be, well, someone will understand
That the bigger the problem, the less I like to run
That the more you run the risk, you can win or lose
That the higher you go, the more they want to see you fall

I observe through the networks
How the ego destroys them (de-de-de-, destroys)
What is the reason
Why don't you know who (we gon' bang what we see)

The street is not for everyone, four-four (born in thirty-four)
Control, one, two, Jayrick levels the voice, fast canine
For you, big bad wolf with that production, your lyrics sound pop to me
I'm a rich street guy, the neighborhood keeps giving love boom-boom
I recommend you better hide
Strong embrace to success, anaconda pressure
Drip through the probe, from murder round I'm Roberto in Madrid
I only know how to shoot with a jump rope

Go, collect the profits from my label
We use more Bepanthen than damn hair gel
Heat in the desert, pure jewel on the camel
My kids, don't get confused, I don't hang out with those

I walk alone and rap as if I weren't human
And I connect punches like a Mexican boxer
I'm still detailed, I brought you a bouquet of verses
I fill the plate with food, so don't bite my hand

I observe through the networks how the ego destroys them (de-de-de-, destroys)
What is the reason, why don't you know who (we gon' bang what we see)
The street is not for everyone, four-four (born in ninety-four)