No Es ATP

Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach

I'm in the corner waiting for the cake to arrive
The slang I navigate has surpassed that level
Today I go out less, but if I go out it's not to lose
I'm all terrain, my opinion never changes

I have a very large family that I must support
And some businesses on the street that I must maintain
This shit is not ATP, it doesn't sound in the matinee
And if the cops are after me it's because I mutinied

I want my son to keep my Revolver without an accomplice
Today I return to the neighborhood alone at dawn
I'm doing it to be satisfied
Facing the street always, the bars of a man

I called my mother to ask for forgiveness
Because she's so good she doesn't deserve a son like me
Sometimes the devil takes me like a pigeon
I end up as always drunk and in prison (Yes)

For those nights we spent together (Mom)
On Christmas selling inside the point
For my family and today I toast to my deceased
For all those motherfuckers roaming the world

For me, doing this shit is easy, I have enough power
It's a combo, I do it for money and pleasure
I have enough class to sustain myself
In the game I'm not fair play, I just know how to score

I get up and light up a 3g and I'm in 3D, stoned again
In the neighborhood everyone treats me with respect
And I don't know how they do it to joke with Jose
It's been a while since I talked to Tana

Because now I left that job to my buddy
Now I pass through customs clean and free
Listening to my songs, the ones I have with Mala Fama
The neighborhood knows clearly what I'm going to do

Before they kill me in the street with shots like Andrés
Smoking snow on top of a Mercedes-Benz
Or locked up for life before the month ends
This is not music, it's drugs