PUÑO DE TITO

25 years killing the game (eh-eh)
In a G5, everything looks small from up here
Don’t you see I’m ahead, riding high?
Dude, this is Gucci, not Tommy Hilfiger (¡eh-eh!)
How you gonna flex on me? I already had that
Even my kids' accounts got a few bucks (oh-oh)
I’m skinny, but my pockets are fat
I’m not a rat, but I’m always chasing the cheese (ee-eh-eh)
From back then to now, can’t you see how I do it? (Eh-eh)
Damn, with my voice, I got rich (eh-eh)
Give me a sec, let me show you how I explain
It’s been a while since my account hit over a hundred grand
Dude, I’m the scare that takes your breath away
Ask about me, they say I’m the man
I’ve been hitting hard with Tito’s fist
Whoever wants it, I’ll invite them, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah (oh-oh-oh)

And I keep going
Since the days of the black dude, man, and like I said (eh-eh)
I’m a hustler
Dude, I swear I was a ballplayer in another life, because
I keep pushing (eh-eh)
Been wanting to say screw it for a while, but I keep coming out
And I keep making moves
I haven’t slept, and I’m still flexing (oh, oh-oh)

It’s been a while since I raised the bar
To catch up, you gotta play your cards right
My accounts with Jesus are settled
Dude, you’re not tough, you’re just a man in a skirt
I got them tangled like the braids in my beard
They don’t have a heart, even if I lend them one (eh)
Yesterday I talked to José, and he said we’re on the rise
You guys are putting in work, but you’re still falling short (oh-oh)

And I keep going
Since the days of the black dude, man, and like I said (eh-eh)
I’m a hustler
Dude, I swear I was a ballplayer in another life, because (oh-oh-oh)
I keep pushing
Been wanting to say screw it for a while, but I keep coming out (eh-eh)
And I keep making moves
I haven’t slept, and I’m still flexing

ELYTE
Nobody gave me anything
Everything I have is from hard work and sacrifice
Almost three decades in this
I feel like I’m in my prime
No nerves, nerves are for those who have to prove something (hahaha)
That time is over
The ELYTE (hahaha)
Captain Yandel