Vengo de Nada (feat. Natanael Cano, Aleman y Big Soto)

I (I), I come from the neighborhood, I come from nothing
I do come from the bottom
Now what will those who turned their backs say?
The clique that backs me up, hug to those who helped me
Bastard, I haven't forgotten that
I'm the one who fell and got up (yes)
No, don't try to fool me

Because I can be good, but I don't let myself (pure)
For that, I have a telescope, that's why I see them from afar
Better than all that is known, that's old
I don't pick fights, that's why I leave them (leave)
No, I'm not worried about what they say about me
After all, today I sail in a Porsche (haha)

I sail in a Porsche today (today)
Pure, it's me
I sail in a Porsche today
The German, the Natanael, and the Big Soto, you understand?, haha
He saw your life
How was it, huh? (German)
I come from below and I'm going up, no one will stop me (zumba, prr!)

The codetón up to the belly button, always active in the street
God protect me from false friends, I take care of my enemies (pum-pum)
The street is spicy, shots are fired
I light one in the morning and as the smoke rises
I thank that I'm alive, oh-oh

Money, weed to relax
Now I have so much that I'm not worried about spending
Party and women to change
Now what I want, I have it and that won't change

You never hit, that's the great Mexican
When we go out, we break down barriers, now everything is calm
You never hit, that's the great Mexican
When we go out, we break down barriers, now everything is calm

If the world ends, I'll be
Drinking happily with all my clan
Moments pass, risking my skin
But I never forget when this started
Crazy, but very happy
No way, I stick with this
Singing and risking my place
Memories that remain for old age (old)

It's fucked, the German arrived
All the dogs always bark at me
They say the kid drives a Cayenne
But they're wrong, it's a Macan
If I help people, it feels very good
But some don't even thank you
Many look at me and say amen
I'm not a saint, I just tell them

Money, weed to relax
Now I have so much that I'm not worried about spending
Books and notebooks to smoke (German)
Greetings to the teacher who said I wouldn't make it (prr)

My clique that rules, pure bad cholito
You're a fucking crybaby, you can't take the joke
On the throne, in the chair, better take care of your girl
I take away what shines, shh-shh, my gang
I only have heavyweights by my side
Corridos knocked down, the rooster forged
Earned money, I've worked hard
The fucking Mexican, long live

Everyone ignores me, a-la-la-la
German (ah-na-na-na)
Yah, Natanael (na-na-na)
Tell me, Soto
Venezuela, Mexico (eh, ah)
Prr
Tell me, Cano (everyone ignores me, haha)
G-German
Ovi
The problem with these people is that they don't know where one comes from
And they think one didn't struggle, huh?
That one didn't struggle to get here (rhymes)
Ha, things are not like that
Here we are humble ranch
G-German
Tell me, Soto, ah (tell me, Ovi)
Prr
And I want to send a greeting to my clique, haha
They know who they are
This is how Ovi sounds, pa', haha
Uh-uh-uh