BEEF

In the hood, there's plenty of guns and I have plenty of hood
Fights on every corner to see who's the laziest
Life is lost as in an animated game
Without knowing that what's lost will never be found

Rapstinencia knows what the underground is all about
They wouldn't say they sell drugs if that were true
I also want to be rich like El Chapo Guzmán
But I have something he doesn't, and it's called freedom

I won't lie, I get dirty up to my knees
But just enough to dirty your sneakers
The kids at full speed in the alleys of the slum
In their pockets, scouring pads, spoons, and a lightbulb

That shit really traps you, it's like it hypnotizes
In these parts, what shines is synonymous with splinter
I'll leave you with a motto, don't trust a junkie
Because the son of a bitch would kill even for pills

The bums move the branch, not even the parka stops them
They live out of bounds but no one marks them
They survive on crime so that nothing is missing
Life with few limits, nothing rescues them

If they don't win, they tie, none of them walk barefoot
They enter the hood with a fake ID that they take the plate off
They have good clothes, gold and silver chains
If they hear sirens, they escape in 2 minutes

In the hood where everyone wears hoodies
People lost their jobs but still keep fighting
Desire to progress, I swear there's plenty
Where even those who work hate the damn cops

Broken streets full of mud, more than a thousand fights
The cops kill kids and don't take responsibility
They smoke weed on the corner, calling 911
But no one saw anything if something happens to a bum

Don't say you're street if you never walked it
They say they live in ruin but they never experienced it
I'm not throwing shade, just commenting
I don't give a damn if some snitch takes the blame

I'm not talking about trap, but about fake trappers
Whoever wants to kill me, I'll kill them first
Before I leave, I always tell my family I love you
So they know I love them in case I don't come back

The drug scene is cool, I won't deny it
But I stay away from that shit for mom and dad
For my sister and grandma who don't let me stop
They're the best I have and I seek their happiness

Activating from a young age without telling a lie
Because it has short legs, so few walk
Those niggas tell me to be ready for the beef
But I'm busy beefing with life