Sistema Del Patio (feat. Treinticiete 3730)

Ah
Thirty-seven, listen
This is the patio system
Drugs are sold, informants die
Taken off the street, but mommy calls me a junkie
Smoking on top of the plate, Tokischa asked for mistreatment
I'm with a high that's been making me grin for a while
And don't come at me with rookie clowning, I don't accept them
We take away the sound, I'm here for respect
When I'm missing one, then I tighten them with my fingers
There are a lot of crazy bullets, better put on your vest, ah

Listen, don't call me, I don't want anything to do with you
Because of your bad leather, we leave you in oblivion
I'm a bad guy and a half, mommy, I'm a sufferer
When I put it on all fours to Cardi B, I retire

[?] Who brought a box of shots
I put it my way and the youngest dropped from the kilo
She got quick, no more how I look at her
I thought there was nothing and she took off her dress

This is the system: Corruption, delinquency, drugs, and more
Kids in their rooms and for free they get a lot of weed
In the block there's no water, what flows is trouble
If they burn you or chop you, for the thugs it's the dilemma

They put the drugs in the ass
The thugs don't suck off broken fags
Crackheads for sixty stop at El 28
The bosses light up kilos, they don't celebrate with cake, ah

White-collar cokeheads work for the kilos
Robbers knocking down with messenger flow
The thug from the block now got into rap
He wants to be in the artistry, he won't be a fool anymore

Kids attend points to buy themselves a Cuban link
In the schools they follow the teacher and give her marijuana
The addicts sell even their sister
For a gram of coke passed through a window

You have to get wild to be able to disconnect
You have to get into a spot to get high and relax
The corner junkie always wants to pop pills
The lady from the store thirty-seven to masturbate