En El Blanco (feat. Duki y Neo Pistea)

Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
I always had my mind flying, but with my feet on the ground
Stunnah Gang
Prr, prr
Pew-pew-pew-pew
Hey, being honest
Oh, oh, oh, ay

I always had my mind flying, but with my feet on the ground
When it rained, the room flooded because the roof had leaks
Suck it, they think I'm Lucifer, I just want money
I won't go to bed another night without eating and my family either

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick

I'm calm in my world, writing my lines on this paper
And I believe in karma, that's why I do good so things go well for me
And I never lose my cool if sometimes I'm short on hundred-dollar bills (let's go, let's go)
Always with my head held high, and your girl with her ass up too (bitch, bitch)

From behind, break her parts and distribute milk
And she posts photos with you, but she can't stand you and she's fed up (yeah, bitch)
From your house you could see gardens and high mountains (yes, bitch)
From my house you could only see the slums and tall buildings

And to the left the coast, always barefoot, addicted to the beat
How many raids, don't shut up at the police station
How many times they didn't take my money from the stash
And I thank God because everything changed and reality is different

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I have my friends, for days they've been locked up (Tony)
The street burns, I've already left it
Thanks to God, my family is well
My dealer confirms, everything's okay

And although it's very easy to judge me
I pray in the bed of a suite
I was with his cat and I didn't see him
He has to suck it when he gets there

Because I am the flow, that
Let time tell, I better shut up, dude
And although it's very easy to judge me, hey
Neutro, pass me the Bic, hey
Packs and packs in the club, hey, mmm (packs and packs and packs)

I made the packs, the packs myself
Sadder than a tango, my mom was cold
We never had a penny, but always grateful
It was much sadder when a friend of mine died as a teenager

Years passed, I'm a craftsman (Tony)
I sell them at my price, quote me a blunt
Sex, we leave the hood
And I carry a cross
Baby, give me light

Now we're strong, few want to kill me
She's very strong, I'll stay and copy kill
She's looking with her Puccini face
None are Pablo, none are a drug dealer (no)

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it (Tony)
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick

Today is payday, the zeros will rain down
Duko keeps dripping, they call him the downpour
Touring all year, I spend it on what I want
Even if I look for money, it doesn't change what I want

And how do they talk about me? If when I was successful, you weren't there
And how can they claim to be real? If they never said things to my face
With eyes red like fire, I always highlight my Italian blood
Where I come from, the truth is worth more because lies always cost

I release the smoke and lower the window
Duko is always ballin' like Ben Wallace
He stays strong in good times and bad
They say cheating gave him wings

It's the burial day, give me the shovel
Roberto Sánchez, bulletproof vest
I came to make things clearer
None of you compare to me

I don't know how I do it, but Duko did it again
I come from the city of tango, to tour abroad
The black bills that don't go to the bank, I give them to my jeweler
I don't trade friendships for money, and even less my family

I have money in the bank and the snitches are snitching
And if I have mine, it's mine because I'm killing it
I'm living what some are only imagining
I have people jumping and their bitch is jumping on my dick