MI BRILLO (part. Akapellah)

Ah, yeah, yeah

The family's all here, blessings on my way
I owe nothing to the bank, nor to the saints, nor to the law
The Daytona in two tones, the New Era with the Js
The Crocs with the Polos, Johnny Blaze pants

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
I got soldiers by my side like in Syria

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
Now I'm fit, but my pockets are fat (easy money)

I got my communication with God intact, one who’s messed up can’t even catch it
These are the kind of songs that hit you hard
Like the mobsters, I’m getting the dough
So much hunger and little cake, I was taught to share, hey

That's why I'm blessed and I bless them
Grateful for the fans who come to see me live
There were too many obstacles, but we didn’t give up
The more time passes, the better I feel, I feel like fine wine

When they step on my toes, God shows He’s with me
I don’t hang with fakes, RIP to the dead, free the living
Fuck the people preaching morals in their underwear
They criticize for smoking, but they hit two on the low

We’re not the ones to judge, so don’t do it to me
Because I sing vulgar, I’m cool anywhere
I’m gonna be a Young Kingz even if my skin starts to wrinkle
The envious get mad seeing me arrive and say hi

I feel the support from the people, the warmth and the love
I knew I had the gift since I was a kid
I dreamed of this when Ronaldo and Ronaldinho played for Barça
And I won’t stop until we’re in the billions

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
I got soldiers by my side like in Syria

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
Now I'm fit, but my pockets are fat

Fast, tell your people to get ready
I tattoo like Luis Castillo, I don’t hold back
The beats scream like a dog when I drop a verse
There’s no one in this shit who can hit harder than me

Ha, I go out for a walk in the afternoon
People greet me like I’m the mayor
More than one is bitter because my pen is on fire
But they don’t say a word, they’re all cowards, G

There are many debates even if they get heated
About who’s the best in the scene and lights up the street
To me, all these rappers are like believers
Waiting for a messiah and no one shows up (for me)

I’m emerging, still not filling stadiums
But you who can should be supporters
So the fans who attend leave with something in their heads
That’s what it means to be a crack, that’s being revolutionary

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
I got soldiers by my side like in Syria

With God, I'm still connected, I call Him and He helps me
I'm hustling for the good of my family
For all those who envy me and my shine bothers them
Now I'm fit, but my pockets are fat

Easy money, baby
Young Kingz, baby, -y, -y
Puerto Rico, Venezuela
Myke Towers, Akapellah
Ma, turn this beat the hell off
I’m a being of light, singing like a motherfucker