Para Mi Hermano

Ey
This is not music (not music)
It's for my brother wacho (eh, C.R.O, black)
For all the boys from the neighborhood
It's the real deal (real deal, real deal, real deal, real deal)
Yeah, me, yes, yes, huh

I always tried to see the strength of my conditions
So much writing, I got used to confessing my songs
I wonder if God will forgive my mistakes
And I've already softened many hearts

But humans rarely feel complete
They need respect, to feel affection
When I look inside, I interpret it
And I realize that if my faith increases, there lies the secret

I don't diss any musician, I respect them all
I don't care if they talk about women, drugs, or theft
I saw my brother with nothing and now with gold garments
And his emotion when I sing to him shows what we are

They become commercial, now they're worth nothing
The instrumentals don't sound familiar to them
Bardero$ is a special case, they already know
If they never helped us in serious situations

But now everyone is friends, everyone was a witness
Everyone wants a goal in the game
But there's no chance, my team is protected
Careful and committed to fulfilling other objectives

I fall asleep on the plane from the tour I'm on
I wake up before the show, sweating from dancing so much
The damn world is a neighborhood, Psycho said
And in the neighborhood, a wine awaits me for every courtyard
Because one day I felt like singing, a little bird taught me

My father made me listen to Larralde since I was little
That's why you dream of Argentina and not Puerto Rico
Since I was happy being poor, I don't dream of being rich

Although if I were, I could help people
Especially those who become criminals out of hunger
My mother is already happy and lives smiling
That's why I arrive, kiss her, and look her in the eyes

Hater, Bardero$ is not against haters
In fact, I assure you it even amuses me
To see people who can't tell water from oil
And can't understand that our drug is forever

I even have songs saved for when I die
My brothers will sing them as if I were there
Bury me with drugs next to my flag
While Bardero$ sound loudly on the sidewalk

Nigga
Huh, that's how it is, black, until death
This is not music, it's a drug
Fuck the shit
Hehe
Bardero$ is the damn crew