DESCIFRANDO (feat. JC Reyes)

You don’t know what I’ve hustled for, my dude
What I’ve hustled for, my dude
The grind it took to make it to the big leagues
Now we’re gonna dominate the scene

The shots are aimed at the head or the gut (bang, bang!)
Aimed at the head or the gut
Cracking codes, I’m always left with the mystery (Omeh)
Let’s count that cash, dude

Let’s count non-stop, we’re chasing that paper
My word doesn’t break for a check
No one can take me down as long as God’s got my back
I’m moving the right pieces on the chessboard of checks

For the money, I’m like Hansel and Gretel with the sweets, yeah
For my own, I’m all in
And I’m never gonna hit the brakes, not even if the lights are red
These fools are looking for me to slip up

I won’t drop it even for the stage, we’re going all out
Making money, never skimping
I’m hitting on your cousin, dropping rhymes
Like packages of raw material

No warning, we’re going in slow
If they say there’s trouble, I just laugh it off
I don’t step on anyone, no one steps on me
I’ll pass on whoever crosses me, I’m going after that visa

You don’t know what I’ve hustled for, my dude
What I’ve hustled for, my dude
The grind it took to make it to the big leagues
Now we’re gonna dominate the scene

The shots are aimed at the head or the gut
Aimed at the head or the gut
Cracking codes, I’m always left with the mystery
Let’s count that cash, dude

These are the things I want, money, heart cold as January
I’d die for my family, and it’ll fill you with holes
Before I was behind, now I’m in the lead
But I won’t trade any leather for a partner

I’m still with the same ones I started from scratch
Counting numbers, leaving them half pending to the whole (oh, ah)
I take care of the house without any buts
If I shoot, I’m always on target
Proud to be from the ghetto

A hustler never quits, always going hard
From the block to the stage
For being real, the streets walk with me
I’m risking my life all day in the hustle
Hustling so my family never lacks anything

I learned from the losses, they say they care, but it’s just talk
The one who really cares shows it
If I have to die and can come back
I want this life, don’t gift me another

You don’t know what I’ve hustled for, my dude
What I’ve hustled for, my dude
The grind it took to make it to the big leagues
Now we’re gonna dominate the scene

The shots are aimed at the head or the gut
Aimed at the head or the gut
Cracking codes, I’m always left with the mystery
Let’s count that cash, dude