No Han Cambiado

Matte black tracksuit, they wear latex gloves
They put a car inside the shop window
They like fights, karate blows
Carrying a hundred kilos of chocolate in a bag

Crazy to the extreme, unbearable
They talk about the bad when two are driving
They don't deal with people, they were different
Always money transparent with friends

You won't see them face to face, payments up front
For money, they would do anything instantly
They grab the ball, score eight points
And they kill you just so they won't be killed

Change the license plate, they link up
They make fifteen plans on a graph paper
They have ten vehicles, four from movies
And they cry for their mother, never for something trivial

They haven't changed, they all have the same goal
Don't mess with the family
Or they'll empty the Beretta
A Beretta in your face

And they haven't changed, they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don't fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown

They fly like a kite towards the sky
Beware, the streets get jealous for money
And my grandfather always told me when I was little
That those who mess with the family get a beating

The truth is, there's no comfort
They finish him off when he's already on the ground
He says, the truth is, there's no comfort
I don't long for those who failed me in the past

They do three jobs, the Moon in the background
They load the packages, Ozuna plays on the radio
They cross the road, no lights at all
They want money since they were born
All go together, then all add up

Everyone on the street wants to be number one
Too many Berettas, all with masks
Your eyes only see a van
Beware, don't get involved, don't commit
Because here, shaking hands isn't signing a contract

They haven't changed, they all have the same goal
Don't mess with the family
Or they'll empty the Beretta
A Beretta in your face

And they haven't changed, they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don't fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown

They haven't changed, they all have the same goal
Don't mess with the family
Or they'll empty the Beretta
A Beretta in your face

And they haven't changed, they shake hands with those who respect them
Always with a straight mentality
If you don't fly like a kite
And like a kite, some have flown

They fly like a kite towards the sky
Beware, the streets get jealous for money
And my grandfather always told me when I was little
That those who mess with the family get a beating
He says, the truth is, there's no comfort
I don't long for those who failed me in the past