24/7 (feat. JC Reyes)

(Yeh)
I didn't decide to do wrong
But to eat, we hit a lick
And if they catch me, I don't snitch
A life of a vandal
It's not right but I give you
My shoes so you can walk in them

Because I keep messing around in my own way
The week 24 hours a day
Few people are trusted
Watching out for the police

I just want to find food
Money is never trusted here
God forgive me if He guides me
Because sometimes I risk my life (yeah, ah)

Forgive me, God; forgive me, grandpa, forgive me, mom
Everything I did was because I had nothing
I don't feel proud of when I used to steal
But I would feel even less proud crying and starving in bed

I'll do whatever before we lack because, you see?
It's not right but starving isn't either
In a car, kilos of Mary, risking it, aunt
Freedom every night to be free one day

Never really trusting anyone
Because if they sell you out for money, imagine for freedom
With me, it's all or nothing, no fifty-fifty, friend
And if you side with those who want my downfall, you're my enemy

I always wanted my own home and they laughed
Because mom was never rich and wouldn't achieve it
Today it's mine and blessings to the ghetto
For thieves, traffickers, whores, prisoners, junk dealers

And I deal with people from the streets and the night
Who have more horses on their arm than in their car
We didn't grow up with rap or autotune
We grew up hitting licks on a Gilera Runner

All the bad things that came served a purpose one day
To know who was with me and who was after what I had
The neighborhood has come together, now no one can shut us up
We're going to make the street eat

Because I keep messing around in my own way
The week 24 hours a day
Few people are trusted
Watching out for the police

I just want to find food
Money is never trusted here
God forgive me if He guides me
Because sometimes I risk my life

Deliver me from all the traitors
Even though I never counted on those who left
If they weren't there when I needed them most
I'm a street dog, I'm not swayed by those who feed me

From the street because there's no other way out
At 200 on the steering wheel and now all these people want to be thugs
When one had to move a lot of weight for those from before
I want to be a singer to leave the street immediately

I throw codes, not coordinates for the snitches
Cheaper, at 32 the devices come out
For the trunk, the cargo, tie your shoes tight
We all eat, an organization if we come together
And we find money by stealing or selling grams

It's weighed, they say it doesn't straighten out to double
I don't sleep at night and the early bird catches the worm
When my dad died, he only made me one promise
We die and bring food to the table

Because I keep messing around in my own way
The week 24 hours a day
Few people are trusted
Watching out for the police

I just want to find food
Money is never trusted here
God forgive me if He guides me
Because sometimes I risk my life