Historia Real (part. Alemán y Neutro Shorty )

I know at first a lot of people threw shade
But life turns around like a carousel
Don’t spit up, no one knows if tomorrow
That spit will fall back in your face from above

Yeah, eleven million
The same dude from before but now with millions
You don’t know what’s going on, the grind is tough
My music spreads through the neighborhoods and the prisons

You and all your thugs are made of cardboard, dude
Rolling through Colombia, I’m living like a gangster
Five years back I was rolling as an immigrant (for real)
The story changed, now I’m a millionaire and a singer (let’s go)
I pushed ahead and the numbers are climbing up

From the savings account without knowing what saving is
I come from the hood, I come from the block (what?)
Light one up and I start to fly, positive vibes like solar
If tomorrow I’m heading to Spain, your girl’s gonna love it
Hitting on these Belindas, they call me Christian Nodal, man (hey, I was here before all this, dude)

I started selling weed in packs of a hundred
And whenever they called me, I’d show up, all good
Until one day I got busted, the feds caught me
They took my weed and my cash too

I don’t deny that shit, honestly, I was bummed
I let it go, focused up, then I blew up
Record labels were calling: Please, sign here
And I said yes for millions of dollars

But I don’t get the life you have
Better learn to work and hustle
Let me celebrate with the people I started with
And I’ll call the three girls I kissed yesterday

It’s Friday the 13th, you get me, right?
My fortune’s growing, no matter who it affects
Pure BCS, the fish are getting fat
My team will beat you, I’m the shit, get it?

We started from the bottom, from zero back in the block
Trying to survive and stay afloat
Surrounded by trouble, but with my eyes on the sky
The goal was to turn talent into cash

Everyone knows me since there was nothing
And I earned what I have with talent and humility
Because God gave me this gift from my mom’s womb
Even if some are against it and want to slice it away

I keep hustling, thinking all year about tomorrow
Smoking a blunt full of weed
I grew up in a dangerous neighborhood where ten died a week
And what I have now is profit because I never had anything

I’m flying in a plane, I don’t know where I’m headed
If I want, I go to D.F. or land in Baradero
Because my problem isn’t money anymore
It’s finding loyal love and also sincere friends

And I keep my eyes open because many want to take advantage
Since I was little, I don’t trust, I’ve always been a lunatic and bad
Anyone who crashes the car, we gift them bullets
Those who don’t know God pray to any piece of shit

Oh, Ovi
Hey, haha
Alemán
Make it real, Neutro Shorty
Venezuela
Alemán
Mexico
Ovi (Cuba)

Making it real
Sincerely, The Bosses with The Bosses
The dude from before
Of course
Alien Light, bitch
Ovi

Tell me, High, haha
Mix
Controlling the controls
Here in Miami, 305
The flag
Little Rooster
[2:58?] nigga