Freestyle Session #16 - VUELTA AL COLE (feat. Marko Italia y Nahuel the Coach)

Na-Na-Na-Nahuel The Coach
T-T-T-T-Takers
They're all thugs, I don't believe what they say
They do at thirty what I did at fifteen
Calm, because God blesses
A hug to those who love me and another to those who curse me

Many would sell their mother to get a couple of likes
You wear Balenciaga, I'm still here with Nike
In the neighborhood, you were getting it even though now you do Muay-Thai
And you want to act tough but you're Diet Coke

Pair of cars, pair of zeros
I have buddies, I have leather
And where the boss rules, no rapper has ever entered
I grew up with Canasteros, with Chino, with Jero

Where if you opened your mouth, they'd fill you with holes
You're asking for bottles out there in the VIP areas
And your girl here with me, having a hot chocolate
I'm not extra, I'm overflowing, and my girls are laid back

Yours with a Gucci bag but from the market
No matter how much you're stuck, you've always been stuck
We know you're hungry even though you wear hanging gold
Our style is natural but yours is paid for

Stop throwing shade at me because I have it turned off
We've been at the top since you were in school
And we're not talking about Glopeta or snail combs
The crowd shouts: Olé; I'm the 10, the one who scores goals
The one who used to skip school and bypass the controls

You see Jimmy Choo shoes, but they lack attitude
Good thing I'm not you, even if I have less cash
I have family in the north, I have family in the south
I have your girlfriend soaked, watch how I make her surf

When we go to the club, we never wait in line
They wait for us inside dancing alone
And your boyfriend is jealous because he never scores
Tell him if he fronts, he'll end up in a cast

YouTube asked me to subtitle the video
So you could understand, so you could get it
There's no mic in the police station but you were singing
And you're saying you're a gangster, that's all we needed
(Zaramay, baby)

I've seen it all, this is my neighborhood
Thug, drug dealer, athlete, and university student
Some dream of getting their songs on the radio
And others just dream of a salary increase

Bro, I've seen it all, this is the neighborhood
Thug, drug dealer, athlete, and university student
Some dream of getting their songs on the radio
And mothers want you to finish high school

A hug to those who love and another to those who curse
A kiss to the gypsy and another to all the actresses
For the heartbreakers and those who heal scars
With the snitch's flesh we fatten the worms, bastard

You can't talk to Steven Spielberg about movies
750 gold, you 9-2-5 silver
I was wearing Nike, bastard, when you were wearing Quicksilver
Don't come at me like Titanic because I'm the iceberg

Always with the sharp blade and eye on your aorta
I was with the piece and you were listening to Porta's Pokémon
Spring shoes, and the shading is on point
I don't care about the amount if I make a good profit

And you guys who think you're tough for selling half a chicken
Better shut up parrot and go peel buds
I'm not up for trouble, I don't even count the ones I fuck
If you know, Tiger Woods, with one stroke they go to the hole

I don't send them to heaven, I have them stepping on clouds
Today thanks to my effort I have what I didn't have yesterday
Restricted access to stadiums and clubs
On the field with glasses, Edgar Davids at Juve

The black wanted to be white, ask the King of Pop
The other was bullied and later became a cop
You don't satisfy her if I saw her coming out of the sex shop
She was second-hand, careful with Wallapop

I know she likes flowers and not getting a bouquet
She falls in love more for a few grams than for an I love you
We're going to take away your drugs, who are you going to complain to?
Stop sending messages, when you want we'll settle it

With the towel that dries her ass, cleans her mouth
She acts tough and they send her to get coke for the doses
Connection with Mexicans who set your truck on fire
How are you going to make a jealousy scene, baby, you're crazy?

When I want, I cut the string of your kite
Meet me with two babes having paella in Barceloneta
I'm married to the Glock, cheating on her with the Beretta
In seconds it's sold and packaged

Don't come as a karateka, always a full combo
We knock out the security inside the club
There's nothing more to do, you're born fake and die fake
What good are the vests when there are hollow bullets?

Talking about the adrenaline of being with the crew
Dividing all the damn money on a table
No problems with my kids or the rest of the rappers
They may pass the years, I tease them as I want

I grew up with Fernet and with Pato Fontanet
Chanting the Kendo era in the orphanage
Bluetooth kills USB and Google Chrome kills the internet
And it wasn't out of curiosity that these cats died

He tells you the same thing and tells the other the same
That baby wants a Lamborghini already from the carousel
In the neighborhood, the kids already dream of being Anuel
In the neighborhood, they're Palermo in Money Heist, prra

The Boss of the Thugs