Tintas y Letras (feat. Pinche Mara)
Lil Wacho
Inks and Letters (feat. Pinche Mara)
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks
I'm going to present this verse
Without making any excuses
We are who we are, screw the rest
I could deceive you, but to be honest
They get scared when I get riled up
They don't know and won't know what an arrest is
Even if they write it in their texts
They're watching me a lot, I am or resemble
Totally wasted when I wake up
When they speak ill of me, may they not hear it
Totally wasted and I appear to them
A really cool surprise when I catch them
And then I disappear
I'm knocking down the corner
Here you see us on the journey
Clicka, southern, Simon
United, whatever happens
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks
Crazy, I come from below, marking my steps
When it goes up, only arms are raised
Damn fake dudes, I'm already fed up with them
But I don't give up and it hurts them so much
As I surpass them, I'm the Lil Wacho
Lifting the neighborhood, I'm not gentle
If they get in the way, I light up the ranch
And if I fall, then I quickly get up
So I raised flags
We are from the new gangster era
The street ones who stand out
for real things that are serious
I die for the sidewalk and the skull is my companion
With her, you don't play, she arrives because she arrives
They say they're beasts, you're an ass, don't get scared
And let it out so it knows the damn real life
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks
I'm lost in between letters and ink
I'm locked up, my mind is the artwork
I go in italics like in manuscript
With my little saint, they are different inks