En La Mía (feat. Isaias Francotirador y Farruko)

My God, why to shine
I haven't needed to overshadow anyone
I've had to hustle for my own
To owe nothing and depend on no one

I thank God, despite everything
Although I took a couple of turns to get out of the mud
Hustling anyway
I'm not bothered by others' progress
(Amen, amen, amen)

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
Looking for money every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come soon

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
Looking for money every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come very soon

This is for that one, for the one who folded
For the one who criticized, for the one who didn't believe
If we're here, it's thanks to God
From the streets and hustling, I can tell you

God blesses those who rise early
Not those who go around robbing masked in the car
Everyone wants to be bandits, everyone wants to be bosses
But taking a life for an iPhone is tough

But what a damn helplessness
How far does delinquency go
My God, give me patience
I see how even the kids are robbed of their innocence

Tell me what the need is
Brother, what is your priority?
Throwing all the money around drinking rum
That Label is for yours, mine, don't be naive

Music rescued me
And a star emerged from the neighborhood
And there's no worse blind person than the one who doesn't want to see
But trust, brother, with God it will be possible

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
Looking for money every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come soon

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
And I'm always alert every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come very soon

That I wouldn't surpass myself? Now I'm looking for the one who told me that
To show them that the one above blessed me
Between money and respect, I choose respect
That's why God never forgets his children

And I'm going to make everyone around me happy
To those who were with me when things were tough
After so much suffering, I won the fight
I'm the one who talks the least and hustles the most

I'm after my north, closed circle, those who don't contribute die
My bank is ready, the reports are coming
I watch out for those who travel without a visa or passport
And disguise themselves among people I care about

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
Looking for money every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come soon

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
And I'm always alert every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come very soon, I

I give thanks to God for bringing me where I am
I can't complain because I'm not perfect
Always with humility, to those who deny me I give
Mom, don't worry, I'll come by your house

And who would have thought? (And who would have thought?)
Now I'm happy, while before I suffered
I was running errands and envying what you were doing
They see me crowned, if you got filled, my bad

From here to millionaire, the stories end
In my own neighborhood, I want an apartment
I was able to survive in this concrete jungle
I don't see the rest, but I still feel it

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
Looking for money every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come soon

You all pay attention to others and I'm in mine
And I'm always alert every day
And I never despaired because I already knew
That my moment would come very soon, I

Farru!
This is the official remix
Indica, Albertico
What do you say, Isaias?
We're active, brother
Don't let it fall
The word says in Corinthians 1:28
That God chose the lowly and despised
To shame the wise
You can have whatever you want
You can be the toughest, the one who makes the most noise
In fact, number one in the country
And God can take the one you least expect and dethrone you
Always remember: feet on the ground, humility
And blessed is the man who, with the sweat of his brow
Brings bread to his home, and does it honorably
God bless you, Dominican Republic
Tell me, Ghetto
What do you say, Remi?
We're not guessing
Laramercy gang
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