Pole

Look, does making music pay the bills?
Well, it's not giving me much, girl
But hey, little by little, you know
But then, how do you make a living?
Well, I don't know, the usual for now, but little by little
Little by little, I'll get rid of it for sure, you'll see

When I get wasted, don't get confused, love
It's not to forget the problems, it's to face them better
I don't give a damn about loneliness and pain
I've achieved more from hate than from love
She told me: I don't know anyone stronger than you, crazy
I told her: But neither someone as messed up
Yesterday I argued with a friend and I got my head hit
And fucked one and cried for another
I'm fucked up but you see me all good
There's nothing that can knock me down or fill me up
Now everyone's a dealer but I don't know, babe
I ask for a kilo for tomorrow and no one has it
Today I can't hang out, mom, because in the morning
I make a coke shipment and pick up some weed
I've been weighing grams for so long, pretty
That I weigh more accurately than the scale
If I go for the crime, I don't care about you or the other
Yours are rich but mine are crazy
She got jealous over anything, what a joke
If she knew that the woman I like doesn't exist
With me it's black or white but not gray
Because all the whores and all the fakes promise the same
I try to stay calm, but what are you doing, baby
When the solution to your problem is another problem
Girl, I'm so fucked up
That I tell my life drunk to that foreigner without knowing her
Now everyone wants to give me lessons and show off
But I bought a house, dummy, what the hell have you done?

I don't suffer for anything anymore, cocky and cool
But if she's not pretty in the face, she'll be pretty in the ass
When my album comes out, be sure
That you'll finally know what it's like to be number one

I don't suffer for anything anymore, cocky and cool
But if she's not pretty in the face, she'll be pretty in the ass
When my album comes out, be sure
That you'll finally know what it's like to be number one

I drink gin with Seven Up, they ask, I don't know nothin'
How do you see yourself next year, Lopes? Well, I don't know, we'll see
And if there are no collabs on the album, it's to show you, crazy
That to be the best, I don't need another's fame
Para for your head, muak for your pussy
Crying for me feels more than fucking someone else
I love silence, I get fired up with noise
It's worth more a 'I'll try' of mine than a 'I promise you' of yours
I took a gun to Málaga because some idiot
Posted stories saying the night there would end badly
But if you mess with me, crazy, I don't care about anything
And I'll go to the barracks but you'll go to the hospital
People have a lot of nerve, don't doubt it
There are those who cut their hand stabbing you and want you to heal it
Against everything with my bads and my goods
And I'll be alone, yes, but you're with someone you don't want
And lies have short legs
The best thing about suffering is that you see who cares about you
I try to calm my nerves and put myself in their shoes
If there's someone better than you, don't attack, learn from them
And I don't give a damn about looking good for interest
That's why if I call her a whore, it's because she is
This is street music, I don't care about the whole country
This is not to shake your ass, it's to move coke and hash

I don't suffer for anything anymore, cocky and cool
But if she's not pretty in the face, she'll be pretty in the ass
When my album comes out, be sure
That you'll finally know what it's like to be number one

I don't suffer for anything anymore, cocky and cool
But if she's not pretty in the face, she'll be pretty in the ass
When my album comes out, be sure
That you'll finally know what it's like to be number one

I-I don't suffer for nothin'
I-I-I don't suffer for nothin'
Pretty in the ass
I don't suffer for nothin'
I-I
Number one