Good Fellas

The good fellas
THR Cru2
2014

I grew up in Talavera with my grandmother and a good family
Times of Abundancio and others where there was nothing in the kitchen
Outings without permission, I exchanged toys for the streets
Always the most distracted in the damn classroom
I was 10 when my parents separated temporarily
Moving to another city far from friends and family
Uncles holding us by force, me and my sister
I dreamed of waking up and everything being as it was
I would be a scum, I became quiet and violent
I had several fights from third to sixth grade
Problems ended, I was back home
The family I felt was stolen from me, I find it in a square

I met drugs, alcohol, and at thirteen
misunderstandings that ended in many strong fights
Due to our violence, many respected us
Even the older ones thought twice before messing with us
I turned 16 and ended up in the industries
Alcohol in the park and police in the blocks
Bad news, two friends died
Show me loyalty and Doble P always with you
I die for mine, THR more than friends
I come from the crime side, I laugh at your damn rap
Today there are plenty of bitches and fakes approaching
I only care about this, so fuck off
If you bring me problems, I'm the one who solves them
We are The Good Fellas, take it easy

Who would believe that this marijuana
Used to roam the football field
Faster than anyone
Dodging tackles on the left wing
The best years of my life were just beginning
Rap in my ears was already playing
Years passed, at 17 I was already smoking
The good boy left the fields for marijuana
The streets on the lookout, it seems like people understand me
The problem child at home
I always kept quiet, never said anything
I wrote what I thought, my life was forged in the early hours
Between blocks, the square, and the gang

2004-2005 I get the computer and a mic
Zhaos and I started to blow up sanico
From neighborhood to neighborhood, our sound was heard
That's how this empire began
Everything around me is dominated by money
But for me, it's not the first thing
I have 25 more soldiers
I have 25 and the clique with my brothers
I have 25 years of life, about 10 of ringworm
In 2008 the company comes together
Pure heavyweights blowing up the stages
How can I call this lifestyle
If I waste my time, there is no comfort
Other than my rhymes
Until the end of my days

What shaped me was the fucking coldness of people
They told me there is no love in the area
They told me I had to have faith in money
They lied bastards, what we see is not eternal
Life is a ride that I see and carry if I have to do it
I fight, but peace and respect
Like a child, I worry only about mine
But I try to help those on my path
I am an infinite spirit, untamed, unpredictable, and unheard of

The house is made of sheet metal, mom and dad work
I liked The Simpsons, my brothers fought
Problems don't end, schools from another area
In sixth grade, I made a signature, the routine changes
Different friendships, everyone thinks they're the greatest
I stole cell phones from markets, getting to know new streets
Tagging on all posts, they see my tag but don't know me

I wanted it all, I got it the wrong way
Earning respect is difficult
I like to do it slowly with fat and with a lead
Graffiti changed everything, jumping from roof to roof
If I don't make it home by 24, give it hell
It's not temporary, I said here I stay
In high school, I wasted time getting to know many people
Walking aimlessly, I always had insomnia
And my mother working, if she knew where I was
If she had seen the hell of this, I wouldn't be happy
Calm but far away, showing red eyes
Showing red eyes
Calm but far away
THR
2014
Long live X
Crime side