Caro (feat. Jamby El Favo)

This track is dedicated
To all those bastards who didn't believe in me when I was at zero
(Something like that, crazy)

Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Why expensive it cost me to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive style, expensive

I'm spending money
I don't even think twice to buy a new toy
Let's go up, fast like a rocket
I fill my belly eating steak
You're not my friend, screw off, you leave
I don't trust if the paw gets in
I'm on my own, it doesn't compromise me
I'm going to ignore what people say

Because they don't know what I've been through
The journey, what I've cried
Along the way, not even my past
They don't know anything, I stayed quiet

I bring the shootout hard
A gun, precise bullet
No mistake, it goes fast
Why I bring this damn craziness

My whole neighborhood is rumbling hard
It sounds solid, I'm not in the corner anymore
They call me the heaviest
And even if it hurts, they know it's true

Smell of rain, I'm a lightning
Don't mess with me, because I explode
Don't play with it, if it's not my alley
He already knows that I don't shut up

I don't struggle, bastard, I swear to you
With all my clique, blasting hard
On the road, calm without hurry
I'm in a car, insurance well set

Expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive, expensive

Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Why expensive it cost me to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive style, expensive

Some dead and I'm not proud
In the cemetery I have a couple of partners
In the dungeon, the jealous pigs
Because I'm in Mexico doing business
The weed, the coke, I grew up in Puerto Rico
They've been killing me since I was a kid
They talk to me about problems and I don't back down
With fame, the whores see us prettier

I prefer respect over money
I started from scratch, we come from the ghetto
With a gun and more clips than a bucket
I leave my legacy if I die today
Ask Lefty, we're around
Messing with bitches, arranging sales
Counting the money, doing the math
I'm Baby Rasta and the .40 caliber

Very snatched I go to the shooting range
I see you on the expressway and I'm not going to shoot for the hoops
When I see the flash, your brains on the dash
They mess with my life and it's going to cost them
Like the mafiosos, a luxurious style
With cold blood in a hot neighborhood
The grams, the halves, the ounces, the joints
To get where I am has been very expensive
We're in the truck through a rocky town (long live Mexico)

They see me and get nervous
I hear them snoring and they sound funny
They want my life, because I enjoy it
All tattooed, a cool dude
With a flashy camouflage
Fuck your mother, fucking gossipy bastards
I smell marijuana, damn stinky

Expensive smell, expensive worth, expensive asses, expensive
I smoke expensive, expensive friends
My lifestyle is expensive

Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Why expensive it cost me to get here
Expensive, I come out expensive, I come out expensive
Expensive style, expensive

Hey-oh, hey-oh, hey-oh
Hey
Fuck Fake Music
The witch is on the beat, crazy (the witch)
Tell them, Tony

Jamby El Favo
Jamby El Favo
It's Lefty, man
With Lefty, motherfucker!

La Shit Masiva is in the house
Mexico, Puerto Rico, crazy
We come out expensive
Hell yeah (DR)