They surely must have said I was finished before even knowing the man
Wishing health to my loved ones before me, you know we’ve been through hell, huh
Scoundrel
J.V.L.I.V.S
And the Sun rises for everyone, even for the last bit of garbage
I’m one step ahead and you think you can screw me over, I dream of the van loaded with explosives
I serve you in a narrow street, I’m not a domesticated rat
With airs of Mexican cartels, gun in hand (Bitch), I don’t spend the night geeking out
I’m talking about where crime takes place
We arrive in a big team, big black cars, mostly roofless
Only Kings come out, big tits, big ass, they must’ve thought I was a pimp
I crack my chip, toss it in the sewers, red soles, I crush a cigarette on the carpet, call me daddy, huh
Outside, the lab coats gather the flesh, it’s too late for what you hold dear
Now that you’re under the covers, and to mine, I’m scum
I park in front of the hotel, there the antagonistic doors open
My shoes are polished like the gentlemen’s, I don’t scare tourists anymore (Oh)
A bit of life to grind away, a few magazines to empty
I don’t have the right to die before Sunday, madre made me her cannelloni
Former poor in a neighborhood of millionaires, everything is purple
I didn’t go green without seeing you die, a guy who’s hard doesn’t think anymore
We make a hole in the six-pack, a million under the sofa of the nanny
I still hold the hand that fed me
Money weighs on the pulley, dies in the closet like Paulie
A good friend who comes on time, another who comes when he has time
Khabat, pissing off the balcony aiming at the quota neighborhoods
Now that I travel by Falcon and pollute like an asshole
I have expired friendships but no one to avoid
They leave you in the back of the apartment, a wick of six in the fibula
These damn hands are made for gold (Made for gold)
I know how much it costs me to do you wrong (To do you wrong)
I’m just as rotten as the politicians (As the politicians)
Dude, in my environment, we rarely age (We rarely age)
These damn hands are made for gold (Made for gold)
I know how much it costs to do you wrong (To do you wrong)
I’m just as rotten as the politicians (Politicians)
In my environment, we rarely age (Rarely age)
Oh, and those ones will never leave any DNA (You get it or not?)
No, this damn nickname is engraved in stone (You catch it?)
The good guys got killed by hyenas
Black on white in the news
I make it fly without lean, Cohiba in the lounge (Yes)
They shoot with a sawed-off shotgun, we get killed by the gendarmes
Rockstar in the carriage, you don’t see the eyes behind the windows
Stay quiet or it’ll rain on you, oh
These damn hands are made for gold
I know how much it costs to do you wrong
I’m just as rotten as the politicians
Dude, in my environment, we rarely age