Shooters

The best in Spanish once again
Israel BB
My studio's packed, shooter
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My studio's packed, shooter

My studio's packed, shooter
I feel like I live in Detroit
I’m still in the hood even if I got a Rolls-Royce
Rappers feeling insecure wanna be where I’m at
The girl I hooked up with yesterday, she’s the one I’m seeing today
In my head, it’s just a mess
Looks like a junkyard
I got 2 people inside me that can’t make peace
There are flashes, snapshots of my life like photos
They appear while I float
Lotus flower

I’m the God I pray to when I go to sleep
All my boys on the street keep it lowkey
I was born in the south of Madrid
Where all that stuff you rap about actually happens
But you don’t live it
I’m waiting for trains that I don’t think will arrive
I’m making stacks, bro, just wait for them to come

I’m smoking in the back of a Mercedes
With the windows down, bumping sixseven
I only trust the screen of the Tana
24 hours a day, it’s not enough for me
I jump to the stands, like Cantona
If he sings better than me, then I haven’t sung at all
I look back and you were just a crack in my lung
Clean and clear like water

But it’s not shrimp
I’m still in Saigon
With the sounds of guns
With Vietnam on my mind, bitch
Not in meditation
If this were soccer, I’d be Nuria Bermudez
'Cause I’m fucking the game and the players
Here we know each other by the sounds of the motors
If we know ruins, we know them in all colors.