Medellín

Because we’re outlaws

I lit a candle and left everything to fate
Like it was so cheap
It left me scars and stones in my path (hey)
You gave me so little for so much
Let’s not kid ourselves, I’m sick of the bullshit
I’m on the high road and I know how the impact sounds
Everything seems cheap when they eat and shit on the same plate
You go out alone, what a bad company
I don’t trust people for how poorly they’ve paid me back
Walk carefully wherever you stop
Danger from many, remedy for the ills
He was never made in the kitchen, but he knew the recipe (knew the recipe)
Climbing every step, counting every penny (every penny)
He comes from the bottom and builds a big business (builds a big business)
On the street, he has honor and his last name carries weight (his last name carries weight)
This isn’t the story of Pedro or Luisito
This is the story of a gangster who became blessed
Since he was a little kid, he knew what his hustle would be
He stared death in the face, though he still doesn’t know it
And as they say, in life you gotta take risks
Nothing falls from the sky, and if you want to wait
Making firewood, the bad turned into an art
The mafia brings money and money brings disaster

And you never know
When or where we’ll end up
In jail or on the street (of course we’re outlaws)

He was never made in the kitchen, but he knew the recipe (knew the recipe)
Climbing every step, counting every penny (every penny)
He comes from the bottom and builds a big business (builds a big business)
On the street, he has honor and his last name carries weight (his last name carries weight)

Another story from the hood, bro
The damn grind, the 473
Pure damn fine style