Sin 0 (feat. DT.Bilardo)

Ah, now we're talking, bro
Eh
Okay, okay, okay
Let’s go
L-Gante, man
We keep it short, all in rhythm (boom)

I’m back, get a drink ready
It’s time for a good track and a good barbecue
Still celebrating that I’m still on top
Haters wanna see me struggle
But that’s not gonna happen, I always come out on top, we keep it easy
I’m gonna grab a drink, I like the rides, I like the bling-bling
Also how the girls look in their jeans

After a weekend tour, with the crew on the road
Doing shows late at night, keeping an eye on the game
Enjoying life, death’s a real mess (eh)
Whoever wants to catch up, come at me
They know me 'cause I’m on TV
Coming from a neighborhood they said couldn’t make it
With a few minor scars for starting a movement so all the kids can make it
And fill their pockets nice and fat and buy a RAM
And people think we’re thugs
Challenging Satan, eyes like Jackie Chan
Dining in a restaurant with my mom, flowing like Moria Casán, ah
There are many who don’t see the reality of life in a neighborhood where there are real problems
Where drugs make you lose clarity
Where the truth is worth little and you can rescue a bit more from lies
The government’s all rigged, the judges are extorted
The prosecutors are protected, the crooks are locked up
The cops are retired, pulling tricks with my lawyer, real lazy
They all tell me to change
The same ones who swarm around
They already know my name, I’ve made a name for myself
'Cause a soup kitchen only bothers those who’ve never been hungry
They wanna catch me, they wanna squeeze me
They wanna pick my pockets so I’m left with nothing
Bro, I stay strong 'cause I don’t care about anything
And 'cause what I sing isn’t made up, we live it for real, baby

I’m back, get a drink ready
It’s time for a good track and a good barbecue
Still celebrating that I’m still on top
Haters wanna see me struggle
But that’s not gonna happen, I always come out on top, we keep it easy
I’m gonna grab a drink, I like the rides, I like the bling-bling
Also how the girls look in their jeans

I only roll with the real ones, a legend before I go to heaven
They criticize me for my tattoos and my haircut
Or just 'cause I come from the bottom but I’m flying high now
Nobody noticed when I was locked up
That everyone helped win the presidency
With the hashtag #Freedom, they got that
The same campaign phrase, Messi’s play
I’m like a lamb, bro, like the politicians
With a friendly face I can be more diabolical
The people panicking 'cause nothing makes sense anymore
The presidents are a joke, being ironic, ah
They smoke you and toss you like a cigarette filter
None of those fools have stepped on a dirt road
I hold on to success, pirate like Jack Sparrow
No room for fakes, better let the drums play
I wear clothes from La Salada, my daughter’s at the mall
Chill, nothing’s gonna happen, I’m always on point
They wanna take me down with kicks, with Rocky punches
The patrol says: L-Gante, on the walkie-talkie
They can search for anything, they won’t find
They made me discard the rofies, when I paint I’m gonna look for it
They’re making a case against me 'cause they think it’s dirty money
What I have I earn without stopping to work
Maxi, let’s get it so they can eat
I’ve already discarded fools who don’t add up, now they don’t even show up
Whoever messed up, gets messed up, eh
So they know the mafia doesn’t forgive

Je, oh
L-Gante, man, ah
Cumbia 420 for the homies
From the hood
Maxi El Brother
One Blood Music
Ah, now we’re talking, bro