Gano Yo

I don't know who's outside, but they can wait
Don't say 'don't drink the water'
I don't have the rush you say I have
Everything comes in its time, you'll see

To fill the fridge, there's no bad or good way
Just let it go for real
Let it turn the sphere, and if it's pure, it'll come back to you
Because if you put love, love is what you'll get

I die doing what I want like Walker
But with the liter and beatbox in the park
I might be late, yeah, Marvel mode
Purple like Purple, man blind like Daredevil

What's happening?
Why when I finish, I have nothing left in the catering?
Look at the AK how it goes into the battery
And that one? It has no essence anymore, just marketing

They think they know me, better analyze it, they just recognize me
There's no happy ending or partridges or hugs at twelve
Only those who shine and those who seek friction are here
We usually know each other and always treat each other happy

We know who's the good one, we know who's the daddy
Although some pretend to be hippies, we catch them quickly
There are those who have too many bars and those who lack pencils
There's no other option
Some are born with it and others are born with the gift

If you want it, you pay for it, there's no other option
Some just pray and others are right
We don't talk about bullets or action movies here
All that doesn't bother me, change the faction now
Here, all that supports is a good song
That's what gives you a good reputation

This is eaten raw like steaks
It has no heart since it has bills
I'm here naked, nailing it between bars like the seven
I celebrate victory with a great feast

I put you as a tapa and a mat
The cubata in my hand, someone hold it for me
What, I don't do what? I leave the advantage and the sting
The C for captain and for Cristian on the armband

I win (I win)
I win (I win)
I win (I win)
I win (I win, uh!)

Here the real is supported
You cry with emotion and laugh at the police
We came with a little and many empty hands
But we leave with the beef from the butcher shop

Here the real is supported
You die of pleasure and the economy dies
We came with a little and many empty hands
But we leave with the cakes from the bakery

Here the real is supported
It's not about doing it, it's about enduring it, real
It's not about doing it, it's about controlling it, real
It's not about doing it, it's about taking care of it
Not blindly hitting until some fruit falls from the tree
And you pass over the one who came to plant it

I win (I win)
I win (I win, ah!)
I win (I win)
I win (I win)
I win