Cotizado

I don't sleep at all, I don't treat myself
I walk on the street, I stand on my hands
Let them not say anything if they are broken
I walk high, smoking snowy

I have talent and I am valued
A few drinks, a couple of barbecue strips
If they don't open the door, we break the lock
Life hits, I'm all beaten up

The girl calls me to give her cache
I don't have time, I'm always on the street
I don't have time because I'm recording
If you don't activate, you better shut up

They're all fools, they're all agile
They come out of jail and smoke crack
I hang out in the neighborhood with all the bums
Don't make them kill you for a few bills

Don't make them shoot you for a few bills
Let the jug go around for all the boys
Listening to rap, never Justin Bieber
I'm going to kill them, no one survives

I have no mercy, I break them by the thousands
When I rap, I release the missiles
My mom told me: Better get brave
When you have money, don't waste it

They want candy, I brought you candy
I'm really anti-police
The girl wants me to pull down her panties
With little money but not from daddy

The goalkeeper doesn't fail, I come from the field
Neighborhood talent, I came out of the wood
Soon taking money out of the ATM
All my boys are real gunmen

Be careful, we're on the loose
24/7 with my weapon
I have more talent than Marcianeke
I want the money, I want my check

All the girls playing on the field
We don't lose here, we want a rematch
Always wearing wide clothes
You know, the ball doesn't get dirty

Girl, I love you but you're a whore
Don't argue with me, keep going on your path
I hate your love, I also hate the cops
We're killing them, no discussion

All my bums move the potato
If you fly, we'll make ratatata
All these rats have two tails
I keep the fire burning

Girl, I love you but you're a whore
Don't argue with me, keep going on your path
I hate your love, I also hate the cops
We're killing them, no discussion

All my bums move the potato
If you fly, we'll make ratatata
All these rats have two tails
I keep the fire burning

I record poetry inside the room
Without a coin, creating a company
I'm going to get mom out of poverty
So that there's always food on the table

Take it, grab it with delicacy
For the fools, I have a surprise
My bungalow rapping that always expresses itself
Surviving on pure milanesa

No nonsense, I come from the slum
With Oney distributing the splinter
I handle it, there's no crutch
This shit is going to fill the grill

No nonsense, I come from the slum
With Oney distributing the splinter
I handle it, there's no crutch
This shit is going to fill the grill