A Los 16 (feat. Noriel y Neutro Shorty)

My first gun was at sixteen
Pair of percs, two ounces of lean
I grew up on the street when I was crowned
What I sold, I never consumed
I grew up without fear, that wasn't in me
The most I wanted, I've already lost
Then they ask me why I'm like this
Son of a bitch, don't you see where I was born?
Surrounded by smoke, death, and bullets
I learned that everything ends here
You die the good way or you die the bad way
Bad decisions are faced here
Fanatic of the: Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum of the AK when it sounds

I go out on the street and the vein itches me
Used to living among problems
Problem, problem keep coming
We will keep reigning
A few have moved to Orlando, but death keeps looking for them
Here we are at our discretion
When I talk to you, son of a bitch, take it seriously
You have no idea how many bastards we've already sent to the cemetery

With Lucifer-fer-fer-fer, the AK will bite you
You die, you, and that one
Life here is fragile as paper
This is Puerto Rico, the island of horror
Here not even the saints save you
Demons screaming, a few have gone
We torture you and we stab you in song, ah

My first gun was at sixteen
Surrounded by smoke and bullets
Here the law is always violated, we don't go by two-faced
I don't have an escort, I walk with my buddies
Sooner or later, if you do it, you pay for it
An angel watches over me in case they shoot
We are here today, we don't know tomorrow
My first gun was at sixteen
Surrounded by smoke and bullets
Here the law is always violated, we don't go by two-faced
I don't have an escort, I walk with my buddies
Sooner or later, if you do it, you pay for it
An angel watches over me in case they shoot
We are here today, we don't know tomorrow

One face only, by law
In the Gucci bag, I carry the .26
If I start writing all your bad actions, I swear I can make a mixtape
Tell them Noriel, that we turn the lyrics on paper into silver
And that if we go to war, the mother of that one and all those will cry
I moved the king's crown and his whole crew full of fakes
I tattooed a 47 on my neck, but I really carry an M-16
The babies, the devil in Mercedes, living a life these snitches can't
And the only thing waiting for them is eternal sleep, all my dogs carry the .9
The rat-eared combs, it looks like Brazil, but you're in Caracas
Where in the valley and the coast the scum shoot AKs in the air
Where they take you out in a ula when the enemy catches and attacks you
Where the busty whores prick you so the snitches with the badge kill you

My first gun was at sixteen
Surrounded by smoke and bullets
Here the law is always violated, we don't go by two-faced
I don't have an escort, I walk with my buddies
Sooner or later, if you do it, you pay for it
An angel watches over me in case they shoot
We are here today, we don't know tomorrow

Many strange months, the door in the face
Then I turned and bought the house
I'm always winning, I was born with nothing
They believed in me after I achieved it
Be very careful with bad moves
I checkmate you and I'm not talking about chess
Yours has been talked about for a while, my buddy
The same will happen to you—(shh)

No one knows anything, deaf, if I see a mute, not a word is spoken
A lot of bribery and that never clears up
Your woman talks to me so I open her like a hinge
That bitch gets me hard like Viagra
With you an angel, with me a devil
Because she knows that I'm the goat
The real stop, I am the flag
I'm clear, I stand wherever
The street is for men, take the sidewalk
If the scaffold explodes, they'll definitely cooperate
The baby is rude
I didn't lie, I'm locked up in the Shera
Greetings to my people locked in the fridge
Who are still serving time in the federal

Hey, yes, it's Ovi, Neutro Shorty, Noriel
Cuba in the house, Venezuela in the house, PR in the house
Of course
Greetings to all my fans, not my fans, my family
You know I love you
You know that I'm here because of you
Because of you, I am who I am
Greetings to the people who are locked up, going through a tough time, stay strong
Speak, Mix