NOS CREÍAMOS KIES (feat. Morad)

We thought we were the shit, my brother's not smiling anymore
Connections in the DMs, fasting all PM
With a lump on my foot, not a single motherfucker to step on it
They don't follow us anymore
We passed through the crime scene
We hide like movie stars, yeah
We thought we were the shit, my brother's not smiling anymore
Connections in the DMs, fasting all PM
With a lump on my foot, not a single motherfucker to catch it
They don't follow us anymore
We passed through the crime scene
We hide like movie stars
Who’s gonna stick around when this is over?

They don’t smell good, not from 50 or 100
I had already left, but I just relapsed
If I don’t look, they don’t see me, 04 express
Sometimes I barely talk because of the stress, yeah
The good and the bad hit me at once
I know what it is, love and interest
But look at my wrist, that’s the only judge
I walk with frozen feet from stepping on the concrete
I know all the routes, even the cranes at the port
There were a lot of hits, brother, I don’t count them anymore
I’ve seen the Devil, he always comes from within
We learned to move, but now I find myself
With pockets full in the middle of the desert
In a two-meter bed with one eye open
The scanner doesn’t beep at the airport anymore

We don’t have money for the movies, or for you to come and give your opinion
And now I have enough to buy myself ten pairs of loafers
And still, I roll with TNs, all white, like snow
Snow coming through the port of Valencia
Packages arriving in BCN (he says)
Everyone knows what the essence is, but no one knows who moves it
Don’t trust even the gala'o, bills don’t leave you behind (uh-oh)
Bad, always isolated (uh-oh), a bit down from the pain
Money doesn’t come when you’re sitting still, they don’t pay a lawyer (uh-oh)
The money flew away
Olympics
I was in the yard doing pull-ups
And you, meanwhile, on the street caught up in a fairy tale
Remember the music accounts and streets are separate, they’re divided (no-no)
Everyone’s happy when their stack of cash arrives (no-no)
My buddy’s got a toy in the double bottom of the trunk (no-no)
Knocking on wood so the cops don’t come tomorrow (no-no, no-no)
Knocking on wood so they don’t come for me first

Tell me, Morad
Look

We thought we were the shit, my brother's not smiling anymore
Connections in the DMs, fasting all PM
With a lump on my foot, not a single motherfucker to step on it
They don't follow us anymore
We passed through the crime scene
We hide like movie stars, yeah
We thought we were the shit, my brother's not smiling anymore
Connections in the DMs, fasting all PM
With a lump on my foot, not a single motherfucker to catch it
They don't follow us anymore
We passed through the crime scene
We hide like movie stars
Who’s gonna stick around when this is over?