Bueno Pa' Lo Malo (part. Remik Gonzalez, El Pinche Mara y Sid MSC)

It's Lefty
The damn Sid
The damn Mara
Remik Gonzalez

I came out good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

I came out good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

Yah-yah
And who gives a damn about my life
'Cause you don't know anything about my hustle
You don't know shit, so don't keep going
'Cause your messed-up opinion doesn't matter

I don't lend anymore, so don't ask
Come on, idiot, there's no room
Used to be down, now I'm on the rise
We got the whole place packed

It's all filled with pure badasses
We don't suffer anymore, mission accomplished
Mom doesn't cry, finally, how cool
She doesn't worry about my condition anymore

Now I never miss the plane
A good joint, I feel like a champ
Up in the heights, there's a cloud of smoke
Pure good stuff, feeling high

The street smells like the stuff from my hood
And it smells good
'Cause no one fears
If one day the rivals show up

We won't give them anything
Nah, nah, nah, nah
We won't give them anything
Nah, nah, nah, nah

Yah
The damn Sid, man

You already know the name of
Those who are always on point
The stampede has arrived with the hustle
Dodging the checkpoint

If I fall, I get back up
The ground didn't feel good
If I fall, my people got my back
I have faith in them

Good for the bad
Watching my steps in case I slip
I don't give a damn what people say
'Cause I know nothing's been a gift

I don't mess around, I keep it straight
Even if sometimes my chest wants to explode
What I've done, they've done to me
They have no right to judge me

I don't care what they say 'cause I know everything's coming together
And I'm not gonna stop
I know very well where I stand
And I won't give a damn

I'm in the fire, no holding back
For my people, I take off my shirt
Let them go and talk in church
I don't care, I keep grinding

I know I won't see them again
Live your life, I'm doing fine
'Cause many see you rising
And then they'll trip you up

I came out good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

I came out good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

Stop messing with me
'Cause they respect me on the street
But they celebrate if I slip
Crazy since I was young, they wish I would fail
I corner all those bitches

I drive, enjoy now, pay later, how do you see it?
The Damn Mara from the 13
They handed down a sentence, three years from the judge

Look, three points just like Spider
Don't panic, we lift him up for three
The Dickies and the Cortez
And I got the beef jerky parked

I'm your worst nightmare
They freak out when I shine
I'm generating daily
Damn filthy pig

I'm bringing out the melody
This is dedicated to the one who said I couldn't
I come from the corner reading them the rules
Before in the hood, I was the one supplying
I wrote this out of courtesy

I got my degree in case the cops catch me
Crazy and high like I always told them
I wanted to change, but I see it couldn't be
I realized I have the gift of poetry

I was just looking for improvement
But without leaving Maria behind
Respect was what I wanted
And the money would come on its own

I cut my wings
Forgive me, God, for my bad actions
Living among bullets
To stay active, you mark, then inhale

I cut my wings
Forgive me, God, for my bad actions
Living among bullets
To stay active, you mark, then inhale

I came out good for the bad
I hit hard with every track, just like the stick
I'm not perfect, I still slip
I listen and observe, I don't just mess around

I'm already in deep, there's no way out
I was down there, but the world spins
Don't try to play me, I know the hustle
I don't give a damn about the fuckers who throw shade

In the truck all down the avenue
Why hit the brakes if I'm on the rise?
Touch my stuff, I'll ruin your life
I learn from every lost battle

I don't regret it, bro
Being a slacker comes naturally
No one came to gift me the talent to sing
It wasn't luck or chance

I used to play piano, but in the federal
Just there, I didn't sing even arriving at the pen
They played me so many times for trying to be good
Now I'm full of reasons

I came out good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

Good for the bad
And who cares, stop messing with me
What do you care if I sometimes inhale, exhale?
This is my life, what do you care if I slip?
I just get back up

Yeah, we're crazier than nice