Jota Castellana

I'm nobody
(Ah-ah)

Listening to Portuguese rumba, Castilian jota
Screw urban music (what they give)
For all those who come genuinely
And talk behind my back like whores (bitch)

They closed doors on me, but I entered through the window (as always)
Your minute of fame will cost you
If you keep talking about me, I'll smash your face
I'll hit you on the head with a shovel

Forget about rivos and xanax (overdosed)
Wake up or you'll stay in the savannah
Are you going to mess with me, pig? (Slut)
The real bastard, you'll be left wanting

Tijuana sunflower seeds, guaraná and marijuana
In a Beema tracksuit, no flat cap
Bad people show they do good things
Good people have to do bad things

More Jarfaiter than ever (yes)
You can't censor me anymore, you sons of bitches
When you were asking for money, I was sleeping in squats
I don't let anyone bother me, not even the one who sucks me off

I had to pay almost eight thousand in fines
My account was seized, I lived in fights
Raised among deep delinquency
That's why these rappers seem like Oompa Loompas to me

With those airs of idiots and that arrogance
I'd put them all to break rocks in Siberia (to the gulag)
Business in caravans, bumper cars
Taking a walk around the fair

We don't steal from old ladies, we don't act tough (fool)
Be careful with your little labels, don't get it wrong (fool)
And if you're so tough on social media
If you see me, don't choke on my dick

I throw it on her cleavage and she licks it
Motherfucker in the game, no one can beat me (no, no)
Born in the nineties, Kame Hame
Thugs and burglars, not scammers

Today's music makes them idiots (look at it)
It's better for them to listen to my songs (trickery)
It's the cunning of my land
Without copying from outside, tradition of criminals

Chalets, bars, warehouses, and pharmacies
Cádiz, Galicia, Spanish Mafia
They thought we were joking, it amused them (now what?)
Now they know I'm a bastard who's never satisfied

What I have, I've earned with perseverance
You don't get anywhere with greed
They want to change the world on Twitter, I only see wimps
If I say what needed to be done, they'll lock me up for my race

El Mochuelo robbing rich kids in Azca basements (come on, ease up)
Thought I could do as I pleased
In a safe house dividing the money
What beautiful times and how life goes by (how it goes by)

Always a smile even when money was scarce
Cards and phones in drawers at home
Didn't want this shit? Well, have two cups
We'll chase you through your neighborhood to see if you lose weight (run!)

Sluts take advantage of my heart
And regret it when time proves me right (late)
Entering the scene like a burglar
No one believed in me and I'm going to take it all

I grew up in robberies, not in TikTok
Playing Zartako, screw Hyperpop
They want to tell me on social media what's street and what's not
Traitor and bully, bastard since I was young

He was the one who gave the blow and another without reason
Gave him a strong bottle blow that had no salvation
Gave him a strong bottle blow that had no salvation