Lo Que Es

I don't talk too much, I don't talk too little
What it is

I'm tired, I'm drinking this stuff I poured yesterday
Under the influence, the syrup navigates me
Big nose, stinky weed, in L.A. I didn't throw it away
I'm going to inhale a purple and berry mix

It wasn't luck that put me in this place
I don't know what I would dedicate my time to
If I wasn't doing this
Everything with a process, today I show, thank God

What it is to set a goal and set an example
I always show dedication and effort
Facts have always supported me, of course
I act because words vanish with the wind

You can see the puddle I leave where I step
In other words, I'm sharp with what I wear
I talk about my life, you talk about a myth
And also in your song, my style can be heard

Bitch
Stop tryin' to steal the sauce
It's clique shit, bi–

I'm not going to change what I do, I live off this
Just because it's dirty doesn't mean it lacks shine
The kids who are running around, I motivate them
Because it's in my blood to be active, there are witnesses (don't care)

All my life I've worked
Just because you see me with money doesn't mean I've stopped
On the contrary, it's like it's given away
It's bald dad even though I stay busy (easy peasy)

I'm another representative of the humblest ranch
Parties were formed when I joined
I'll keep representing hard-earned money
Because they are more than blood and still stand firm

I carry blue bills
Although my favorite color is the green of the clouds
It covers the sun but the shine comes out, I uncovered the syrup
Now it's time to lean back

I feel in my place if they think they can knock me down
I'm raising ranks
I'm good for deals, unintentionally I bring corridos
I need five racks to get it started

And the other five fat ones when it's finished (damn, boy)
Dolce Gabbana shoes
I remember before when I wore the clothes (yup, haha)
It's not occasional anymore

There's more for things I want to do, things have changed (poppin')
Adding up to 99
Closed windows, no air comes in or smoke goes out, I like how it smells
And it's not a log, why light it up?

If you don't know how to roll a log, then learn
I'm just being honest, not to be a jerk
But the syrup changes my character, erases the friendly
I keep leaning back even if it bothers them
I'll keep leaning back, I don't care how much it costs

These are no longer corridos
Fuck you and your fuckin' feelings
Bitch
Clique shit