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A pintadera protects me from all evils
At eighteen, I put it on and never took it off again
God had plans for me, I knew I would be great
I always feel him close, even if I never talk to him

When I started at LPGC
It was impossible for music to feed you
I think as I enter a Michelin star restaurant
Money changed me, but

Sometimes I can't stop crying when I remember all the nights I cried
And remembering why I was crying
And I wrote and recorded, I stayed up all night
Everything was so pure that

Where I wanted to be was where I was
When I had nothing
(Good night, good night, good night)
When leisure and business were two separate words
I'm no longer able to go back

And I have so much money, I don't even know what I want it for
Spend it all, I want to see myself at zero again
The first checks, the first zeros, the first leathers
Of my generation, I was the first

I don't even sleep if I'm not on the island
I'm in Miami doing zeros and, when not, it's making a cruise album
I need to lose everything to get back to square one
And remember what it cost to get out of the hole

Goosebumps while filming Piel de Cordero
I need to fall in love with all this shit again
And, without need, I cannot
If it's not for necessity, I won't move
I need to go to Los Brezos and see my clothes on the floor

Seeing me playing at being a rapper and reggaeton singer
Ashtrays with litres of cigarettes, the lights off and the worker's helmet
Now, whatever happens, I expect it
And I am the same with thirty million as with zero

And I'm not surprised, that's why they're blaming me
Because I don't care if they see me vulnerable
I don't care what the rest say
The more ruin I have and the more unstable I feel

But I feel untouchable, I was born blessed
I want to stay at zero, because with zero I am still the chosen one
I feel fleeting, on the island I am The Protected One
God guides me every time I am lost

And Gonza, I love you, but I don't even want the Grammy
I sing because it hurts me, not so they can give me a prize
Fame and all that shit, that's temporary
This is LPGC from La Isleta to El Calero

Spinning around in the two-door, the soul hollow
With the LV that have not come out, they look ugly
Just arrived from MEX, bro, really
I no longer have goals, I'm going to sell my lyrics

I filled all the arenas, I bought ten chains
But neither the sold out nor the VVS in white gold complete me
Neither red carpets nor formal suits
They are not able to look at me discreetly

Don't you see that on the left side I have a crack?
Everyone is seeing that it hurts me, but they still squeeze me
Almost nobody likes me, they want my notebook
Almost nobody likes me, they want my card