DRUGS

The first one from the neighborhood who got out
The Seville where I grew up is not taught by your teacher
No way, hey (hey)
The sun was setting, syringes in the park's spindles looking for the ball, there it is

The one who is worth it stays
When we settle scores, the one who knows stays
The peaks in my eighties were not from Rubiales
The boy with manners even turns into a bastard (hey, hey, hey, hey)

For me, you and I are not talking about the same nine-six
For me, you and I are not talking about the same Sugar Ray
For me, you and your chavs don't know what being legit is
We don't even wear the same Sabonis printed on the jersey

Behind every hit brother, there's a fucking fake
The house of the best beats will always be my mail
I toast to Kobe and think of Kobe when he floated in LA
I put on Hendricks and I'm not talking about Purple Haze here (Haze)

Fuck the club, ever since Lorca was killed the toughest in the south (the toughest in the south)
Fuck Splice, even the internet AI refuses to give you lines
You're an idealist my brotha', I'm on Idealista looking at lists of penthouses in Lisbon
On my couch there's a bombshell, Gianluca's testo and Gabon's coffee

The glass generation wants me to apologize
In the glass of my generation, dope was cooked
I'm not lying, this shit touched me
Because I was the first one from the neighborhood who got out

The first one from the neighborhood who got out
The Seville where I grew up is not taught by your teacher
No way
The sun was setting, syringes in the park's spindles looking for the ball, there it is

The one who is worth it stays
When we settle scores, the one who (knows) stays
The peaks in my eighties were not from Rubiales
The boy with manners even turns into a bastard (hey, hey, hey, hey)

If the index of drug addicts in the hood rises
The percentage of my numbers on YouTube rises
You want formal Spanish guys from Vox and I'm a forty-year-old without a shirt like Ayax and Prok
B-blind and crazy, I think in bed

Today's Tote is messing with tomorrow's Tote
The elder knows nothing, the boy thinks he knows
The peaks in my eighties were not from (Rubiales)
My verses are reliable, I yawn and a hymn comes out

Four-sign ham, Xerjoff in beast mode (beast mode)
Like the King baby, no one has messed around
And even though I can't talk about girls anymore because I'm married
I prepare a dart and shoot it, my shit is so nice

The only rapper who hasn't acted like an idiot in a live
And if we do a collab, your piece is cool
Like Hacendado yogurts or Jordi Wild's tattoos
At that level buddy (She)

You've copied me so many times that instead of Tote it could be Series Yonkis
My destiny was to fall into the abyss but it changed
Because I was the first one from the neighborhood who got out

The first one from the neighborhood who got out
The Seville where I grew up is not taught by your teacher
No way, hey
The sun was setting, syringes in the park's spindles looking for the ball, there it is

The one who is worth it stays
When we settle scores, the one who knows stays
The peaks in my eighties were not from (Rubiales)
The boy with manners even turns into a bastard (hey, hey, hey, hey)