Fieles

Because not one, not one, not one, no, no, oh
I, say
(And all 214)

Because not one bothers me
They talk about the streets, my grandfather's streets
My voice is money and this beat a chessboard
I make some rappers' butts profitable

And I'm going to break it
The best in Madrid
Dreaming of Paris
For my beats, all in

Hey, hey
Take out the bad and make a brave face
You who were the crazy one who agreed with me
Today I don't feel like it, but I have the intention
Phew, phew

If I don't even love myself, tell me who the hell will
I've told stories on the sidewalk stumbling
I've played copis with my buddy at 200

Mom, I haven't missed you
Hardly even though I've been through good and bad times
Your name doesn't even come up at dinners anymore
In every group there's a Judas you wait for

Mom, I'd rather kill than hurt
So no trace of the aftermath
Mom, I don't know why it bothers him
I can feel how it hurts him
And I'm looking for a Rolex
See, I have plenty of papers

I'm not for those ass-kissers
Mine is for the faithful
If you look for me, you're screwed
If you find them, you die

And we're way out of everything
Valentino hitting the elbows
If you don't know, ask for my nickname
214 on the globe

I turned your ass into a gold record
What I have, I earned it on my own
And for you, I've now left everything
Mom, you kill my desire for the throne

I swear I had it in my hand, ma'
But I'm one of those who go to waste
We know that life won't start
And many would pay to go back

If it hurts, it will heal
Problems don't just fly away, you know that well
If my grandfather were here, what would he say
Surely something to learn from

(Nah-nah-nah-nha)
Surely something to learn from
Surely something to learn from
(Nah-nah-nah-nha)

Hm
Because we're all 214, a family
Crazy, yeah

Now that I've gone completely crazy
I come like Connor to hit you with elbows
Sorry, my group doesn't respect your chorus
So, daddy, don't suck, doesn't collaborate

On my back, the 9 of the Moor
The quarry, we're all already
And if you don't like it, I screw you
You and your group of fools

Phew
Because everything is slipping away from me, baby
I don't know how to stop it, how to slow down
My disappointments, problems that chain together
Like on a mountain where it rains sand
Flowers for Lola and for the pain

Today I dream of you in the light of the candles
Today I dream of