No Voy a Morir Pobre (feat. Young Laroye, Junior Caldera y King Roke)

One morning I woke up
I looked in the mirror and asked myself
Tell me, what are you going to do now?
Are you going to go back again?
Another morning I woke up and
Again I asked myself
My son, what are you going to do?
And I answered myself

I'm not going to die poor
I'm looking for what's mine, the street is for men
In heaven my name is written
I'm not going to die poor
I'm going to make sure I never lack and only have more than enough
Legends speak of my name

Yesterday El Barrio, today in Europe
I'm super notorious, I feel like Big Poppa
But I'm more like Tupac, the crazy mind
Always spewing hate from my mouth

Bitch, you keep it warning, I have my chopper
I'm with my people, no one touches me
A flying note that explodes
You don't understand what I'm talking about, you're a snitch

Street dudes
I've been buzzing since I was 15
And I'm still not dead
I survived because I know how to handle myself in the ghetto streets
I'm not going to lie to you that I'm the toughest
But my pulse doesn't tremble and I have the balls to give you a punch

Uh, uuh
But for killing a bastard, I don't stop making money
And being the trapper from here that they love the most abroad
Just to please a few who always have the poison
They suck me off, I'm dying, uh

I'm not going to die poor
Because if I die, I can't help my family
Keeping the money under the bed
And talking to God to keep envy away

The turn came and the multiple
A cross on the chest and faith on the neck
Those who didn't believe us now do
I'm going for the Richard Mille on my left hand

Tell mom not to despair
We're working, looking for all the powers
The one who didn't want me now says she loves me
Climbing levels, I doubt she'll surpass it

You know I don't talk shit
Gangsters out of a cell
These bastards want my slang
And their bitches swallowing my dick

Poverty is mental, in my hand a metal and I go out to the street to hunt
I don't plan to stop until I have so much that I don't even want to spend it
Remember these words
I'm going to take over

In the name of God and in the name of the talent my dad gave me
Thank you for everything you've given me
I'll give it back to you but with a couple of zeros next to it
The jeweler activated
VVS shining too much for mommy
Boy, be careful
Because here we go after the opportunists
I'm fucking asses and making money at home, I snatch it

I'm not going to die poor
I'm looking for what's mine, the street is for men
In heaven my name is written
I'm not going to die poor
I'm going to make sure I never lack and only have more than enough
Legends speak of my name

I'm not going to die poor
Because if I die, I can't help my family
Keeping the money under the bed
And talking to God to keep envy away

Hey, look at this as the new generation of stars from Venezuela

Neutro Shorty massacring
Young Laroye
King Roker
Junior Caldera

Indicating Killkid
Vatos Gang
Listen, kid