NO SOY SAPO (feat. YSY A y Pablo Chill-E)

I went up to the sky and came back, I didn’t stay 'cause I didn’t want to
From the ground, you can’t see, but from above, they tell me
And with the bill in the excel that counts what I did
And a kilo arrives in R6, if it’s around the corner, let me know

I ain't no snitch, I ain't no frog, I ain't no rat, I ain't no gunna
For a grand, they’ll exile you, good thing I ain't got the urge
I ain't no snitch, I’m a thug, I ain't no snitch, I’m a thug
My values stay pure and they’re just so premature

I ain't no snitch, boss of all bosses
From Merlo to Capi, stack and pencil
I’m handing out zaps, taking my dick for a walk, oh my God
This ain't daddy's money, I earned it all on my grind, oh my God
What they say about trapping, to me it’s just a per diem
Nights going around, going against the exit
I used all the salt and it’s not enough for the wound (ah, ah, ah)
I land in a ship that doesn’t fit on the avenue
And now where do we land?
You know how we roll, if we fall, we don’t warn
Sun to Sun like a madman
From my damn ambition, I’m a filthy slave
Okay, I write without my hands, roll a joint of ten grams
The clock ain't giving me time to see when we finish

Said the leader of my gang, he barely sees me now (yeah)
The girl said she loves me and even if I don’t give her anymore
My mom said to shine like no one else (no one)
And if there’s someone with more balls in Buenos Aires (wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh)
Step up to me whenever you want
Around here, we make money my way
Come over to my place so you can see
It’s been a while since we got out of the mess (Pablo)

Rockstar status, pornstar status
If it ain't with the shishi, you’re with the opposition
There’s a lot in the industry that can’t stand me
They’ve tried to play me, I keep it short
I’m with Tony, shoutout to Merlo
That girl’s a wild one, I even got her dreadlocks, oh!
I’m slicing the cake, they’re all eating
You’re a fake, can’t you get it? (Yeah)
I’m back, but I never left (never)
In Chile, we’re kings like Neftalí (shi)
Not Pablo Neruda, I’m Pablo Chill-E (gang)
By mistake, they shoot you like Brandon Lee (rra)
We pick the flowers like a hummingbird
Then we smoke it while listening to Gale

I ain't no snitch, I ain't no frog, I ain't no rat, I’m real (yah)
For three grand, they’ll bury you, good thing I ain't got the urge (ah, ah, ah)
I ain't no snitch, I’m a thug, I ain't a trend, I’m art (shi, ey)
My habits haven’t changed, I can still shoot you (gang)

Said the leader of my gang, he barely sees me now (yeah)
The girl said she loves me and even if I don’t give her anymore (yeah)
My mom said to shine like no one else
And if there’s someone with more balls in Buenos Aires (yeah, yeah)
Step up to me whenever you want
Around here, we make money my way
Come to the studio so you can see
It’s been a while since we got out of the mess.