Everything Foreign, haha
Oh, Puerto Rico, oh
Here we go, ma
The day of my luck will soon arrive
I swear it by my people, I swear one day it will come
And we won’t stop, we always knew we’d make it
Even though you players hated, we still made it to the top (Yeah, yeah)
My haters are pulling their hair out (Damn)
I don’t even bother, if my dogs travel more than them (Kemba!)
I’ve always been a star (Wuh!), but I don’t crash (Wuh!)
Everything I throw sells like cocaine
100% like Big Pun (Huh!)
I’m playing chess, they’re stuck in ping pong (Woh)
Nigga, I’m eating well, look at me, I’m sleek (Krr)
Tie up your shorty, she’s loose like Pippen Larsa (Damn!)
In Humacao, I’m like Messi in Barça (Huma!)
Another goal, the note for the kid, salsa
There’s no room in the circle for fake people (No!)
I remember when I used to sleep in the studio asking (Ee, eh)
When will the day of my luck come?
I swear it by my people, I swear one day it will come
And we won’t stop, we always knew we’d make it
Even though you players hated, we still made it to the top
Papi, I come to talk to you about 100×35
The cradle of Maelo, the land of Lavoe
The homeland of Frankie Ruiz
You know we invented the party (Double!)
Mr. W, I’m the cowboy from Cayey’s area
Where the culture is tough and the teasing is every day
In the 90s, the envious ones didn’t give a break
Now we command from PR to LA
On stage, baby, I never fail (Never)
Not even with the crew in the neighborhood playing roosters (You know)
I come from the land of Clemente and Tito Trinidad
Where we break down the door if there’s an opportunity (Tra!)
I don’t hang out with gossipers, zero negativity
Like my mom used to say: “Your time will come soon”
Playing around in the studios of Carola and Bayamón (Uh!)
Now I don’t stop making money, I don’t get off a plane anymore
Multimillo Records always hitting it hard (Multimillo Records)
And your pockets are still dry
I’m from the countryside, straight from La Base (Tell me, Hyde)
This flow isn’t created, mommy, you’re born with it (Pa!)
The day of my luck will soon arrive
I swear it by my people, I swear one day it will come
And we won’t stop, we always knew we’d make it
Even though you players hated, we still made it to the top
Light up a Phillie, raise your cup
Because no one knows the day it’s our turn
With no limits, in this life or the next
I grabbed the microphone, I never let go, no
Light up a Phillie, raise your cup
Because no one knows the day it’s our turn
With no limits, in this life or the next
I grabbed the microphone, but I didn’t let go, no
She said, “Give me luck, but don’t let me go”
She doesn’t trust men, the piece hidden under the sweater
I’m from the same corner, the beach in front
Bastard, I’m from La Perla, that’s permanent
The day of my luck will soon arrive
I swear it by my people, I swear one day it will come
And we won’t stop, we always knew we’d make it
Even though you players hated, we still made it to the top
And we won’t stop, we always knew we’d make it
Even though you playe