Nueva Era (feat. Duki)

It's Duko, you know
Duko with Asan, Asan with Yesan, Yesan with Duko
You got it, babe
Ah, whoa, whoa

The signature for the checks and the checks for me, 'cause I earned 'em
An apartment in Miami, a house for mom, the rest I spent
They expected me to fall, didn’t want me to win, but I never backed down
They wanted to close the deal and take their cut, but I doubled it

I break down the beat, leave it in particles
Throwing it back like cuticles
Next to my life, anyone's ridiculous
I'm heading to Spain, I broke the peninsula

You’re at the bank, I’m the account holder
Photos, covers, I’m the account holder
I hate myself and love myself 'cause I’m bipolar
I can’t digest lies, I don’t have a gallbladder

If you want work, call me, I’m the boss
Some guys already left, babe, they got exposed
From the plane to the hotel and from the hotels to the show
Some call me the voice of a generation

Your opinions are nice, but nobody asked
I deserve more respect, I’m the one who got it
I already warned you I had the blessing
I got people who price how much a prayer is worth

Worth more than your show, your flow, your career
We fill up the stadiums, babe, that’s what I touched outside
They can’t stop me now, Duko’s train doesn’t wait
We’re at the top, we look like the new era

The best in my weight class, Muhammad Ali
They don’t get my art, eyes of Dalí
Time capsule to raise the ki
A lot of training, super saiyan

VVS, colors on the chain, like Haribo bears
A thousand wishes without Magic Padrinos, I fly the Atlantic, okay
In every grain of my faith, there’s faith from my fans
Now they call me a legend and before I was a lunatic

REC, with the mic always on REC, for the muse there’s no schedule
From my mental state, honorary taxpayer (okay)
I know the future’s at my feet and I prove it daily
I feed my Devil Mode, there’s always necessary trouble

Young Kingz, baby
Shout out to all my fans in Argentina
These fools are focused on the results and really forget the process
The pretty one, huh?
Hey

I feel like Duko at El Quinto Escalón
They brag and can’t reach my heels
I look like a badass, what you looking at, dude?
I walked into the booth smoking a blunt

Your style sounds familiar, I’m clear, you got talent and I don’t
What I have is a gift
I can’t leave the house without a condom
You know it’s a trio when I’m with two

I swear I ask God to bless all these envious when I talk to Him
There was a punk who was bragging, I don’t know what happened, he saw me and hid
She’s not a saint, she’s a little groupie who ran with the pack
Who thought of sending me this beat?
When it’s playing, you play your role

They wonder how it comes so natural to me, it’s 'cause I was born for this
If I needed it, I’d be out there asking for flow, but it was never like that
I stay humble, I know when I hit the stage I grow
All these bitches want to use me and I, being a player, say yes

The checks keep raining, none are bouncing
I’m counting money, lighting up, and the smoke’s blowing
People paying to see me, the sales are running out
Myke Towers been popping since when? You sleep and they throw a curveball

I’m seeing the goat at the Inter, among these little rappers I’m the mister
But none admit it, dude, my pen is elite
I’m on edge, anyone can get it, it’s better they avoid
With what blocks your nose, I make the ticket multiply

VVS, colors on the chain, like Haribo bears
A thousand wishes without Magic Padrinos, I fly the Atlantic, okay
In every grain of my faith, there’s faith from my fans
Now they call me a legend and before I was a lunatic

REC, with the mic always on REC, for the muse there’s no schedule
From my mental state, honorary taxpayer (okay)
I know the future’s at my feet and I prove it daily
I feed my Devil Mode, there’s always necessary trouble