La Receta (feat. Juliito)

There's a break!
Go-Gotta Smash
(Uh)
Hey, hey

This note has me wrapped up (wrapped up; hey, hey)
These bastards want what I have
But the position is too big for them (it's too big)
What your car costs is what the outfit I'm wearing costs (okay, okay)
Check the Billboard list, smell it, so you can see how much I cost
And in the Lambo they massage the seats (uh; oh-oh)

This note has me wrapped up (hey, hey)
These bastards want what I have
But the position is too big for them (it's too big)
What your car costs is what the outfit I'm wearing costs (okay, okay)
Check the Billboard list, smell it, so you can see how much I cost
First day of class, take a seat (yes)

El Casti

And brother, you put in effort but it's not like that, I kill them easily
If this is Footlocker, I'm the Jordan, you're the Reebok classic
Yes, now everyone wants to put on, they call me: The Taxi
For me, it's normal to kill them because I've become a Nazi

And not even if I were to be born again would they reach me, it's better not to try
Baby, the audience doesn't lie (no)
And I'm the favorite, whoever says there's someone tougher is lying
They envy me because I'm living my dream at twenty

And now even those who didn't take me seriously are calling
Living falsely, masked, like Rey Misterio's flow
I got in ballsy, without sucking up or stereo
They didn't want to give me the 'y' and anyway I set up my empire

And they get pissed off because without sucking up I have it on play
I've been screwed since I was a kid, life made
And they get pissed off because shining is a piece of cake for me
Son of a bitch, don't mess with me, I'm short-fused (yes; Juliito)

This note has me wrapped up
And these bastards want what I have
But the position is too big for them
I can pay off a mansion with the chain and watch I'm wearing
Go and ask around, smell it, so you can see how much I cost
My life is a dream, I make money even when I go to bed

And the girls I get with are all exotic
The original recipe is mine, you're a copycat
Don't even look this way, we're in a different orbit
Today I'll burn a mushroom even though I suffer from chronic asthma
Always dressed to the nines
I'm tired of Supreme, and you're still stuck in Zara
Detroit for 2004, bastard, I feel like Ben Wallace
If I want, I'll bury you, even with your own shovel
I feel phenomenal, I took off, who can bring me down now?
Whenever they play the track, what I throw fits
You all don't catch me even if I give you an advantage
You copy my flow and I come up with a new one out of the box

This note has me wrapped up (hey, hey; wrapped up)
These bastards want what I have
But the position is too big for them (it's too big; hey, hey)
What your car costs is what the outfit I'm wearing costs (okay, okay)
Check the Billboard list, smell it, so you can see how much I cost
And in the Lambo they massage the seats (uh; oh-oh)

This note has me wrapped up (hey, hey)
These bastards want what I have
But the position is too big for them (it's too big)
What your car costs is what the outfit I'm wearing costs (okay, okay)
Check the Billboard list, smell it, so you can see how much I cost
First day of class, take a seat (oh-oh)

Juliito
Mera, tell me, Mora
El Casti, son of a bitch
Chris Jeday, Gaby Music
Tell me, Nino
This note has me