Hipócrita

I hate having supported something that in the end is empty
Ayo, my friend, you're a people pleaser, it's obvious, dude
If you try to gain everyone's respect
You'll have everyone's respect except mine
Do I refresh your memory?
At my house, you used to talk about Ayax and Prok, and now you share stories about them
You're a hypocrite in rap and as a man too
You talk shit about Hard GZ and collaborate with him
You'll say I'm jealous and the truth is yes, stop
I envy that you pretend to be pure and that you're so two-faced
I don't envy, man, when Jincho trended at number 1, I was happy as if the song were mine

In the scene, you're like a whore, buddy
Because you don't mind sucking dick if it's for money
Although a love for whores, may God give them light
I have prostitute friends who are more dignified than you
I never left the street where I grew up
Because I need it and it needs me
Don't talk so much about your neighborhood if you let it die
To seek easy fame and seek fame in Madrid
Hey, to see how everything is, you didn't call once
But then you call to sing with Das EFX
Crazy, Delaossa is like an old ex
Only calls to suck dicks or calls out of interest
You're all lies, you talk about respect
And you take pictures with people who diss me
I'll give you a voucher to suck it any day
You have no throne, well, the throne of hypocrisy
You seek to sound commercial pretending, fuck yes!

Rels B, there's already one, no need to copy him
And now you'll be playing but you know, friend
That you started doing it since you sang with me
I'm still in the ghetto to the death, I said it back then
If you're so street, why don't you do something for it
So much talk about the street, ask around
How many families eat thanks to me and how many thanks to you
The difference between you and me is that you prefer, buddy
To suck up to the one above and I support the one below
I earned more by keeping quiet about what I feel but, friend
I'm not good at pleasing everyone, eh
Rap burns me inside, I'm fed up
This is ghetto music and it has to be for the ghetto
When I see people forget even their principles
I have to speak up and put the truth in its place
I want rap to be sincere, to be true
To be legit, brother, that was the first thing

In this rap game, it doesn't pay off but I prefer that
They hate me for telling the truth than love me for lying
You don't have my respect even if you don't give a damn
You'll have the respect of the neighborhoods, but not the respect of the hood
I'm a proud closed-off person, good luck bro, don't mind me
You've entered the circus, congratulations clown
You may have connections for festivals, asshole
You can have four whores sucking it in the living room
You can have fame, luxuries, you can have a million
But it doesn't matter what you have if you don't have the truth, bastard