Valor Al Artista

Yeah yeah
From the gangster Ghetto again, bro
Chesary produces
I look like a character straight outta a cartoon
The money I make, I want it fast
No damn fool's gonna play me for dumb
I want my Jordans and my Volcon cap
Dumbass, what are you waiting for?
For all the lame people to keep holding you back?

For good lyrics to keep going to waste?
And the cash you need for when?
You hit a blind spot you don’t wanna see
(How are we gonna get you known?)
I won’t fall for that trick again
I was a nobody, now I gotta eat
My brothers need food
My grandma needs her heart meds
And you’re out here criticizing me, calling me a loser
Just 'cause I’m putting a price on my song
My song’s worth as much as any of the rest

(If it’s bad)
Depends on who’s listening
(Why do you charge so much if few know you?)
And those few know I’m in the fight
To keep moving forward, since I’ve decided, bro, put on the gloves
'Cause this talent is worth its weight in diamonds
And you wanna pay me what a wannabe gets?
Sorry, you lost your mind
The reggaeton artists are already cashing in, and they’re still singing trash
And I’m trying to fit into this pure culture
What my homies say raised me like a gentleman
For me, manners always come first
But everything changes when you touch my money
But everything changes when you touch my money
But everything changes when you touch my money

Listen
Hello, I’m Ghetto, let me introduce myself
For those who call the talent scouts
You’re making what, 20%?
And with what I get, I’ll light up the event
We all win and we’re happy
It’s a fair price for great talent
If I dance, this movement grows
If you don’t give it to me, it’s a waste of time
Sorry, I’m out with my balls
I want a contract with no conditions
A record label to bring in the millions
And this same one to keep loyalty and no betrayals
Yeah bro, I’ll do what’s best for me

I’ll do it, I’ll do it, whatever comes my way
And there won’t be any damn fool who stops me
'Cause I’ve never held back my tongue
And these are things that happen daily in every aspect
On every stage with every artist coming from the hood
Looking for more than what’s necessary
Yeah bro, stop suffering, this shit, man, don’t let it repeat
Did you get what I meant?

And if you didn’t get it, I’ll say it again
I look like a character straight outta a cartoon
The money I make, I want it fast
No damn fool's gonna play me for dumb
I want my Jordans and my Volcon cap
Dumbass, what are you waiting for?
For all the lame people to keep holding you back?
For good lyrics to keep going to waste?
For the cash you need for when?