Cómete Mi Éxito

Tell me how many were there yesterday
And now who's here, they're not seen here
How long, everything you want to do
We've already done it here, so it can't be, tell me how many

They say hey why don't you get involved
But what they want is for me to fix the issue
If your team's top scorer is number 7
Scoring a goal won't be a problem
Cartagena and Albacete are coming
404 the system is no longer working
I wasn't looking for the money
But I don't like it when they steal my wallet

One fools me, but two don't come near me anymore
From a boss what do you expect
Kaze says, bro, don't touch up your voice
But I get to the gig and I do better acapella
Shacki nails it, and Shoda does sado to the beat
He rocks it like Macarena did
Before it wasn't cool and no one supported me in this
But look, master, he pays for my dinner

I live off music because if not what else
Shack Rose put me in the soundtrack and now we eat
I drive a car with friends who heard cheers
We threw it to the streets and the clubs caught it, what do I know

It smelled like One Million long before a million
Now I show off from a closet from bed to living room
Making money for my cool team, in OB we trust
I have the future of this country packaged in a wetrans

Mom told me, son, you should drink less
Since the water ran out, I don't fill the bottle
I try to control myself now and I know I'll die young
Another advice from K is to never drink

Fuck, eat, laugh, come, I never followed any advice
It was enough for me to take off my clothes in front of the mirror
There were like 6 schools and many life changes
The verses I didn't get from things that are not forgotten

But I got my act together and look
Eat my success
Just like I repeated a dish
Eat my success
Just like I repeated third grade
Eat my success
Just like I was going to repeat fourth grade
Eat my success

Because you were too big for me
Eat my success!
You're not going to amount to anything
Eat my success!
When we shed blood
Eat my success!
I no longer have gravity

They're scratching walls, crossing out the pairs
They can go to hell if I do well, everyone knows it
I carry the ball on my foot, that's why they want me to record it
I'm with Cris in a studio that looks like a spaceship

Lots of McLaren, crash a car and let that seal pay for it
Super Sport in the showcase, jelly and syrup
What I say doesn't go to church, it goes to all my boys
Grab the bag, put in money, tell me how it tastes and amen

With Helly Hansen in the VIP and in the after
All the worst of me I've already taken out and you bought it
To throw me beef there's still no starter
You have to be here, but for that it's already too late

Pam, pan, crazy don't bring me champagne
If you come to the gig bring me a can of Fanta
I'm going to get mom out of holes and traps
But I take it easy, I'll collect what Frank Lampard

Strange times are coming, but here we are ready
We don't understand them like Kenny
They want this candy and chase it like Ed, Edd and Eddy
Kaze, Shoda and the boys are going up like lemmings

Everything's set for me
The scene is in bed and I'm recording in Madrid
They have me bugged, Monkas and K, OB commands
What Covid hasn't separated, this beat has brought together

But I got my act together and look
Eat my success
Just like I repeated a dish
Eat my success
Just like I repeated third grade
Eat my success
Just like I was going to repeat fourth grade
Eat my success

Because you were too big for me
Eat my success
I wasn't going to amount to anything
Eat my success
Because we shed blood
Eat my success
I no longer have gravity