Nuestro Ultimo Palo (feat Ñengo Flow)

[ñengo flow]
Hey
I got something to tell you
At the end of the song, I don’t know if I’ll finish it but…
I’m gonna throw you a bold mission because
That’s how you survive
And honestly
There’s no time to look back

Ñengo flow
The world keeps spinning

It’s 9 in the morning and I wake up hungry
What else could happen to me?
I feel like today they’re gonna kill me
But I ignore the thought
And while the wind blows
I’m making my move
If I don’t do it, I’ll regret it
I look in the mirror and step out, “today’s the big day”
I swear if we win, I’m getting out of this mess
Fuck! the cops
I’ve wanted for a while
To cause some trouble
To stand my ground
(I’m) pulling up to the bank but I feel like I’m stuck
I’m gonna pop a couple pills so you can see how I roll
I get out of the car, I’m not gonna make a fool of myself
Inside the bank
Dressed up, I look like a white-collar
White-collar, damn
And to the beat of the drums
Now I want all the cash, I’m taking down all these assholes
Don’t bark at me
Don’t look at me or talk to me
Or I swear on the saints, I’ll fuck your mother up
Well
You’ve been warned
Damn, that’s my cash
I gotta get the hell outta here before shit hits the fan
With the bag of money, I walk through all the noise
When I’m getting outside
Damn! the patrol

My grandpa told me in war, never run
And protect your thoughts because
Life is yours
Poverty’s leaving
For the poor, there’s a reward
What I need is to get there to count it all on the table
The shooting starts, well aimed but happy
I’m enjoying it while I take it to the pigs
The atmosphere gets tense
Tense, the event is tense
In the (…) has (…) and I’m packing four rifles inside

Ñengo, the hustle is quick
Guarantees his smile
About to light a blunt
They break my windshield
The investigation starts and the tires slide
I pull out the .40 and I shred their faces
If they want more, let me know so they can pray without mass
I send them on an eternal trip without a passport or visa

The shooting continues and I feel like I’m hit
I haven’t lost my senses
So I’m still alive
Bleeding out, but fuck it
Let them kill me
I’m not going back to hunger
I’m not going back to sleeping on a mattress

With a gray view
I’ve already lost my memory
I think I’m fucked
My destiny ends here

[...]

I feel an immense cold inside
Everything looks so different now
I think I’m leaving…
Hey, if I win, give a dollar to my family and the kid’s mom
So they can live well
I’m out
Bye

[jory]

Take it easy, my brother
I owe you my life
Nothing will be missing for mom, much less for the kid
And with pain, I leave you
Because things are hot
I got two patrols in front, I hear more coming from afar
I got the press, I’m taking the package
I play with the number one so they don’t catch me
I call the dude to see where we meet
And we switch cars and, we roll

[...]

Brother, my dude, they killed him
They got my dude, they got him
(but for real) man, this was the last score
My dude, the last score, and they got him, took him away
(and that package you got there) we gotta take it
To the family, my dude
(come on, count on me)

[jory]

And everyone gets their end
Some for good and others for bad
Today it’s me
Tomorrow it’s you
When you least expect it, the light goes out
Today, today, today, that’s how it goes today
And today it’s me
Tomorrow it’s you
When you least expect it, the light goes out

Eh yeah
Musicologo
(hahaha)
Eh yeah menes
You know, man, killing the game
Doing things like they’re supposed to (the one from the j, man)
Ñengo flow in the house
El cartel records (haha)
Real g for life, my nigga
What’s up!?
Jory and Ñengo flow
Full records, millions records
The crew that doesn’t back down
You know, musicologo
The ones from NASA (killing the game)
You know what’s up? (hahaha)
We’re doubling the hustle
Nigga, what’s up?
Dexter
Millions records, you heard?
Jory
Musicologo and menes