Vacilando (remix) (feat. El Jincho, BLESSED013, Dirty Porko, Ivan Cano y MBS)

(Tunin' Slow Beats)
Ay
Go over there, my nigga

The number one has arrived, the toughest on this continent
The only singer who gives notes to the criminals
I have a different dialect and slang
Because I graduated on the street with outstanding grades

Many rappers lie for fame and sound
And make senseless shitty rhymes
To represent rap, I follow the chosen one
The legacy of Tupac and Notorious still lives on

I'm ready for cash, I'm a hustler
My swagger weighs more than Thor's hammer
To the instrumental, I make love
Because in the rap game, I'm the end, I mean, the best

I'm with a minor in a car stolen from bad choruses
But I compute when I see a gold chain
You know what, I'm hustling the Moroccans
Raising the bar with an old extra and a Malboro

No pain, no money
I get out of trouble, but I keep going and staying a hustler
Forever and always, I'll continue to be the first
You mess around with who you can, I mess around with who I want

More money, more stress, I go out on the second or third day
I am the present, the past, and the future
I have my Moroccans active to reach the end of the month
And my Romanian burglars emptying El Corte Inglés

Sixteen hours in the square to the house and to the drawer
The trusted whores and the bail from love
I'm the type of person who has no solution
The type who looks for it and ends up worse

And I don't play without reason, but I'm still involved
I have no goals, just goals I've achieved
And before you listen to me and leave the recommended
I already had my answers in the highlighted messages

I bill like a parrot to those ridiculous rappers
Their life is a lie, the chapters are on YouTube
Making money without titles outside your circle
This is for those who get dirty with 5K in a vehicle

Badass, joker, arrives at the combo, asshole
I know how to play among singers to make a song
In the neighborhood, we're not fools, we know who they are
I have no law, I have reason, the show is over

Air Max on the block cables, don't opine or touch
If these words are worth gold, I already have ingots
I'm real, I don't speak well of anything so it's not noticeable
They call me a genius, take this lamp to rub

A kilo a year like Juan, I won't end up well
I shut up what I don't have to talk about, like a good hostage
I buy so you can buy, twenty makes a hundred
They act tough until they hit themselves in the temple

And I'm doing well, well, but very joker
Always with one in bed and another in the heart
Hey, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't have anything on me, just street and style

And I'm doing well, well, but very joker
Always with one in bed and another in the heart
Hey, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't have anything on me, just street and style

Hey, ma', I woke up with a crossed mind
Hey, buddy, it's already late for you to pay
And if they leave when I'm down and when I couldn't even be with me
It's not that they left me alone, crazy, I always was

They talk about money and being crowned
If they never even had fifty thousand euros saved
A huge pain floods me every day
But I move for something bigger
That pain is still there

Hey, crazy, the coconut guillotine has arrived
If one plan doesn't work, I try another
And if I don't charge you, I might send two to hunt you down
And you'll pay when they arrive, like in a cash on delivery

I have no doubt, the people who make you cry
Are the ones who don't deserve any tears
Rapper, I'd be ashamed to be you
In your songs, you talk about the street, but in the street you don't say a word

I'm very joker
I rap to the neighborhood from the heart (you're listening to Chandon)
Raised in the heat
The monkeys call me King Kong (I'm the boss)

Italian style, pimp, fine
Undercover cop, clandestine
Kilo, kilo, I live nervous, but calm
I don't carry anything on me, just street and style

I get better with age, like wine
I always win, call me a casino
Kilo, kilo, I live nervous, but calm
If something happens, they call to leave this empty

To do it like this, you learn in the alley
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Listen to the professor's lesson
Sometimes I'm down, but very joker

Let it run in the air, officer, I don't have anything on me
We're in COVID time, so why are you getting close?
I have the flow that stands out, even your cousin hears me
A matter of time to crown the fucking peak

Talented joker, messing with Ñengoso
There are two options and one of them, crazy, is this business
The other is like Sito Miñanco, moving things
I don't forgive, they call me the resentful

Because when I take one, if I can, I enjoy it
The minors are giving it in the neighborhood for being dirty
So you understand, crazy, they're giving it for coke
The neighbor is fifteen, but has a little boy

I'm more joker than ever
Because my heart for you, bitch, no longer breaks
Now I put another in four, ha, breathing down her neck
I have a couple of hitwomen, devilish, giving me pussy

And I'm doing well, well, but very joker
Always with one in bed and another in the heart
Hey, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't have anything on me, just street and style

And I'm doing well, well, but very joker
Always with one in bed and another in the heart
Hey, that's a greeting to the guards, leave me alone
I don't have anything on me, just street and style