The other night I dreamt about the hard times
He told me, “Don’t give up
What’s yours is secure”
I asked about my brothers
Who are no longer here, it choked me up
He said, “Don’t forget them because your heart is pure”
Your old lady is praying for you now
Even the tough guy, believe me
I protect with my cloak even though you don’t see me
What I love most about you is your unwavering faith
I am sinning here on Earth, God forgive me
Sometimes I do good, sometimes evil
People stab me whom I only tried to help
Thanks to those who stand by me for real
And free my people in state and federal prisons
This shit has me disgusted sometimes
Plotting while I drive, I light a joint
Because no matter the money, the bling, or the girls
I feel empty; at this point, even lies make me smile
I’m connected wherever I go
Ninjas say, “Joniel, mess with one and you’ll pay”
A couple of assholes talk shit behind my back
I know who faces the music
The dead stink after three days
I will change them until the heavens play their orchestras
Time runs and runs, and no one realizes faster than
Pai with the Corvette on the straightaway
I got into their business, and many turned coward
They know I’m a badass and I haven’t slept
They’ve tried to ambush me, and to their face, I laugh
All eyes are on me, and more haven’t come out well
Things are going well
I catch a stick that destroys them
That flashes the prettiest one when he poses
I look at the old lady, and she’s in tears
There won’t be anything missing before they kill me or I get cuffed
Here one gets served, another client comes
I never pretend in front of people
With 300 bastards behind me like presidents
Today we’re going in, and whoever’s ready will stay
Never turned my back, even when alone
If a comb wears out, I have another taped
They’ve tried to tie my hands and feet, that’s why it hasn’t happened
Because if it does, I’ll fly at them; that’s why they’re scared
The bling, the bling, and the concert money
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
I get into the singing, one leaves and another takes place
We burn you like the backwood I caught in the store
Sixth day around, I always add, never subtract
I’ve already crowned; that’s why I notice them annoyed
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
And those who are mine, I know they’re happy
I get into your singing, kill the boss, the hunt is mine
A slap in the face, the Draco left him burning
I kidnap you and torture you, you go in the trunk
I slit your throat and shoot; I broke even the crucifix
You have it in front of you, so blow it up, pull out the stick, and toss it
In the face, give it to them, erase it, and bag it
Go ahead, let all bastards fall, bust your boss
Legend like Hector Lavoe, I got all the Glocks
You have it in front of you, so blow it up, pull out the stick, and toss it
In the face, give it to them, erase it, and bag it
Go ahead, let all bastards fall, bust your boss
Legend like Hector Lavoe, I got all the Glocks
We entered your boss’s house, I took away the loot, eh crack
A slap with the Michael Jackson, walking backwards
If they catch them, shoot them and put on the straps
Asshole, if I shoot at you, the trap’s cone
Get in the back, close your eyes, you’re getting shot
It’s better to leave them open; in hell, I left you traumatized
Cold with the gangsters from my block, but well-rated
Whoever ghosted against me, I left him lying
A slap to the face, he fell, no flowers were thrown
Bastard, take out all the KTM, light the drums
Today, we’re going to give this pig so that his mother cries
In your singing, we sow terror, beach in the sectors
Brrrrrr
The bling guards it, and the concert money
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
I get into the singing, one leaves and another takes place
We burn you like the backwood I caught in the store
If I’m in the loop, I always add, never subtract
I’ve already crowned; that’s why I notice them annoyed
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
And those who are mine, I know they’re happy
So much shit I can’t concentrate
All eyes on me, I feel like I’m in the center
And I’m just outside; imagine if I enter
They can’t touch me here because this is pro level
In the express, capping, on my right, the bro
Left the office; the Boss told me, “You’re the Boss”
Smoking all day, braids like Snoop Dogg’s nephew
All my crazies going out on Noticentro
My enemies are dead, the tough guys are loose
I’ve already crowned; that’s why they’re not happy
I disguise the note with $1,300 glasses
They’d like to take me out to take my seat
They’re resentful; that’s why they’re screwed
They’re looking with envy, dreaming of having what’s mine
Talk to me about respect! If it’s money, I’m soaked
I have active hoods, active slums
In the metro area, I’m like in La Perla De La Ghetto
Active by the beach, VK, VP complete
There are many loose fingers pointing at me
The other night, I was talking to my dead…
The bling guards it, and the concert money
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
I get into the singing, one leaves and another takes place
We burn you like the backwood I caught in the store
If I’m in the loop, I always add, never subtract
I’ve already crowned; that’s why I notice them annoyed
Thanks to the customs, we’re living this
And those who are mine, I know they’re happy