PIRATA SIN BARCO (feat. Remik Gonzalez)

Yo, if you’re wondering why I’ve got that look on my face
I’ve got my reasons
I hit the streets to roll with my homies from the hood
When I step out of my place

Damn, I think death’s got my name on it
But I’m not backing down
Don’t fear my gun if you see me acting psycho
Fear my heart instead

Laid back, tattooed, bald, throwing signs to the block
We don’t look down even when we’re flying high
Chill, and I light up the weed
My soul took a trip and left the curtains half open

Cruising through the streets while I light up a Marlboro
Green, yellow, and red, I see it all at the stoplight
I’m feeling reckless, everything looks good at the store
I’m also sharp for whoever’s down to roll

I’m just a simple dude, a little fame hasn’t changed me
My life’s a freestyle, catch me singing on the boulevard
Bro, turn the volume up high to vibe out
Crazy gangs check in from Buenos Aires to get wild

I enjoy 420, despite the damn scene
Where people talk shit, but never to my face
They call me a criminal, cops drop in outta nowhere
But they can’t touch me, I always keep my guard up

Dude, roll another one, honestly, this one’s too small
I savor it when I take the buds off
And it doesn’t matter if the cops show up
Don’t let the weed get rolled up
I like walking with the scent of the hood
Just a pirate sailing without a ship
You just vibe out, don’t care who sees you
They just act dumb and even enjoy it

My black shades with red eyes and a dry mouth
This crooked life I lead, I know it doesn’t give me much
Weed without seeds, few but crazy
In the neighborhood, they steal the light bulbs
I don’t change either, I provoke the cops
I’m down for whatever, even if I’m hoarse tomorrow

I don’t back down, I’m always flying high
Always stoned, cannabis, sativa
Never drop, I’m soaring, my eyes are small
In my lane, my piece, and a bandana on my face

Light it up, pull it out and spark it
In a pipe, an apple, in a hitter, in a joint
We’re Santa, raise the beer
I’ve got a badge and a shitload of bullets

It’s a smoke session
Coke on the branch, passing to the right
I’m still here, in the madness
My girl thinks I’m acting suspicious

Dude, roll another one, honestly, this one’s too small
I savor it when I take the buds off
And it doesn’t matter if the cops show up
Don’t let the weed get rolled up

I like walking with the scent of the hood
Just a pirate sailing without a ship
You just vibe out, don’t care who sees you
They just act dumb and even enjoy it