N.S.S.

The K and the Y, yeah
Blessed, R-R
Y-Yo DRED BEY

I will never change sides
As Sarria said: Never switch sides
Lack of respect, I won't let it go
You know it, I let that slide
I see more opps, but where are they?
I'm still on the block, with my yank
I keep working but without a plan
Tomorrow we'll see, bro

I'm in the same place, with the same people
Tell me, what are they going to tell me?
9-7, has a sign, to represent to the death
When I go out, I make the sign of the cross
They don't know what could happen
Today they give, tomorrow they give you
Like an Insta photo, double tap

The grandfather, no cap
Now I go out and hands clap
They want me to give them another gift and I have a pack for them
A couple of kisses to the sky for all those who are no longer here
And to those up to their necks in shit, in the hotel I ask for freedom

I see fear when I see their faces
And they want to be like the K and the Y
Today I already see it difficult
I'm Tego Calde in this drill

I don't know how many times I'm going to repeat
That in this drill I'm your grandfather
I don't know why they try to compete, shit
We continue with the same skill

Even if it offends them, I will be a legend
If I catch you straight, a horrendous situation
Remember the times when there was nothing for clothes
And now every weekend in stores

Remember the times when we were at zero
When there was nothing, I don't know if you remember
When they wanted us less than a zero to the left
And now everyone remembers me

Free them, ay
Without this
[?]
Good luck to all the kids
Gang
Y-Yo DRED BEY

I will never change sides
As Sarria said: Never switch sides
Lack of respect, I won't let it go
You know it, I let that slide
I see more opps, but where are they?
I'm still on the block, with my yank
I keep working but without a plan
Tomorrow we'll see, bro

I'm in the same place, with the same people
Tell me, what are they going to tell me?
9-7, has a sign, to represent to the death
When I go out, I make the sign of the cross
It's not known what could happen
Today they give, tomorrow they give you
Like an Insta photo, double tap

The grandfather, no cap
Now I go out and hands clap
They want me to give them another gift and I have a pack for them
A couple of kisses to the sky for all those who are no longer here
And to those up to their necks in shit, in the hotel I ask for freedom