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If life has treated you bad
Don't worry, I'm right here
Just stop talking
And get to work

It's me, Manuel, the Rapper's Singer
The same one you talk about in forums, calling me a bachatero
The one who recorded 'See You Tomorrow' and 'Talk to Me About Money'
The one in the picture with the girl before the video

The same one iTunes sold two albums
You say I haven't done shit, damn what the hell
I don't blame you, that's just part of the envy
You are, Cha Uh, I'm the artist

Still, I'm always gonna respect you
Because I eat, when you start to criticize
And start to slander, saying I don't do rap
But while the axe goes back and forth, I get paid by mail

Chill out, take your diazepam
'Cause my car's gonna ask for a Tang juice for you
I got what I need, don't come at me, you damn fool
You keep talking like a broken record, blah blah blah

If life has treated you bad
Don't worry, I'm right here
Just stop talking
And get to work

Now they see me with any girl and snap a pic
They post it online trying to make me look dumb
I'm fed up with those damn paparazzi
'Cause if my car breaks down, I can't catch a cab

Others say, Vakero stinks more than a fart
Like any human, I had a rough past
And I don't regret it, I still feel good
I healed and nowadays I'm a real man

I'm the envy of a loser, they almost took his life
And for ratings on a show, they talk about my grandma
But of course, all that 'cause I'm Vakero
The one who rains euros, the one who sends the treats

Good faggot, understand I'm a baby bottle
Because of my work, this thing evolved
Don't give me bullshit, I'm about my business
You loser, keep talking about that album

There are many who come and go
We're few who can make it
It's a wall we need to break down together
Raise your fist up for local rap

There are many who come and go
We're few who can make it
It's a wall we need to tear down together
Raise your fist up for local rap

If life has treated you bad
Don't worry, I'm right here
Just stop talking
And get to work