Freestyle Session #13 (feat. Natos y Waor)

My Rolex is spinning, drifting the Rolls-Royce
And all those mistakes made me who I am
If the street asks me, of course I'll give it
Because I know where I come from but not where I'm going

My Rolex is spinning, drifting the Rolls-Royce
And all those mistakes made me who I am
If the street asks me, of course I'll give it
Because I know where I come from but not where I'm going

I toast with an aged rum for the dead and the inmates
The medals around my neck, trophies in the showcase
I'm worth more for what I keep silent than for what I rap
In Buenos Aires, mom and the boss of the underworld are waiting for me
If the pirates arrived, they'll jump overboard
I keep stacks of 500 in a Jordan box
If you want to talk about style, let's talk about what I have in excess
Keep your word, because he who doesn't pay, will pay
I know what it's like to have nothing, to be looked at strangely by everyone
And now foreign cars, smelling of expensive perfume
I spend a lot on the jeweler, even more on lawyers
Tell me what you saw, not what they told you
As a kid, I remember, I wanted to be Tony Hawk

And as an adult, the house looked like a coffee shop
Girls come alone, sucking Molly like a Lollipop
I put them on all fours like Snoop Doggy Dogg
Designer clothes and lab-made drugs
I smile, burning in hell with demons
The noose around my neck, now gold on the podium
And the eternal internal debate between love and hate
If you see me coming, you know there's going to be trouble
And don't call your cousins because I'm your uncle
I serve revenge on this cold plate
And now that I'm the last one, look how I laugh

Used to crazy nights, drugs and chicks
Even if they have a board, you have to know how to surf the wave
The babes and the coke fall to your doorstep
I don't like to front, I'm not Pablo Emilio
But where Zara steps, not even a lion roars
In any neighborhood I go to, they respect the boss
The blacks know who we are, the damn godfellas
They welcome us like Adriano chilling in the favela
My dreams came true, under the pillow the Glock
Why do they shoot at me if they stay quiet like Papa Doc?
I'm taking clean what the fat guy stole from the bank river
They touched my portion and left my kids without cake
I'm tired, if I keep going in my laid-back style
With red eyes, I returned to the hood crowned
And you could have said you lived by my side
But envy won and they got stuck
The mouse celebrates when the cat leaves

The dog left home so my kids have a good time
I don't care about your offers, I clean myself with your contract
In Spain, they're waiting for me in a Mercedes wagon with Natos
I'm ash in the search or I go with the worms
I take what I lost and leave you with what I gain
I don't trust anyone anymore, not even the one who shakes my hand
Those who want to see me fail used to call me brother
And they complicate things when the rolling paper has too much weed
And 8 years of career, you think this is easy?
The one who throws has less rhyme and less in his pocket
I stay quiet so the queen can have her castle
They'll have to make money to send someone to kill me
If for the greens we have the evil of Malherbe Oscar
Before you come, I already sent you to ambush
They'll all end up buried like the bags of the K

I don't remember her name, I know she drank Ballantines
She liked cocaine, smoked Marlboro Lights
Dressed in Philipp Plein, no one steps on her Nikes
She asks the DJ for the new Zaramay
Only law-abiding people eat from my plate
They eat from the same bag as if they were Lays
You're not Scarface. You don't fool anyone
They talk shit but then back off to your face
I have the face of someone who knows he can choose
I speak to be heard and stay silent to avoid arguing
If the day is cloudy, why the hell would I smile?
I'd rather you not greet me than do it out of obligation
The kids on the street ask me to get serious
And the accusation asks for 2 and a half years
They want to ruin my career, wake me up from this dream
But I only go up like a helium balloon
In my neighborhood, no one wears Gucci or Versace
They welcome me like Tevez back in Fuerte Apache
At night, the kids light up the alley
My face on the walls like Big Pun's in the Bronx
My brothers between panels, running through the tunnels
They assault the platforms when no one sees them
Letters shining on highways like those of brothels
Posters in barracks with their face in A3
So come, get closer, things are really hot here
For the thugs and the delinquents
It's bought and sold, you win and lose
With the bottle in hand like Bender

Come, get closer, things are really hot here
For the thugs and the delinquents
It's bought and sold, you win and lose
With the bottle in hand like Bender