De Luto (feat. Eladio Carrion)

Today I'm in black, today I'm in mourning
May those who fell for the group rest in peace
So many reasons for which I execute
So many problems in life that I don't enjoy
There are many bastards who want to involve me
Kill me so they don't see me, I have to shoot and in my mind
I'm telling myself that my soul will be lost
But fuck it, nigga, I'm going to send without hesitation
Black leave me there, this is in 'n out
I work quickly and leave you all set
The stick is out of control, the demons by my side
Blood and war, even my youngest is tested
Put that drum on the R Sport, put it on
Feel the steam, the heat, amen
Feel how your heart gets cold
Long live the bad reputation, I want to see a million
Maybe one day they'll kill me
But there's still no one who can checkmate me
I want to rap to hook the gloves
But in the meantime, I'm still in the thug life

If I catch you, I'll shoot you, yes my flow is expensive
To war with me, that was bold
I never back down, I do work
I live my life addicted to what I do

And give me that bastard's PIN to get to him right away
If I catch him in the morning, he'll have a couple of bullets for breakfast
The gun with a pacifier, I have more than one
Trying to reach me, you better throw stones at the Moon
A future GOAT, selling music like coke
Going up to New York with half a kilo in the coat
Neck like snow, 70k per show
Always flexing with the Travis with brown lows
Moneywayy, nigga, being a millionaire is my destiny
And the money route is my only path
You, you're envious, you like to look at pockets
And when you saw mine, you saw that I was a millionaire, little bitch
Shut the fuck up, the gun has a switch
Young and rich, a couple of blue thirties like Stitch
I'm a glitch, I'm hacked like Sugar with the pitch
From the H, I'm from Fresh Prince like Hitch
I'm with my bad bitch, she looks like a model
Win me over with words, she tells me Paulo Coelho
The best pound for pound, motherfucker, I'm Canelo
I don't get desperate, I'm with La Calma flow Maelo
Hey, and like Austin, the cake is mine, I won't even leave frosting
All my soldiers are wild like Hawking
Some left early Yeruza and Justin
I have the flavors of marijuana like Baskin
The only bastard who made Yankee drill
I don't know why they bother me if I'm living calm
A couple of Benji Franklin, doing planking

If I catch you, I'll shoot you, yes my flow is expensive
To war with me, that was bold
I never back down, I do work
I live my life addicted to what I do