SIN PAPELES (part. Doly Flackko)

A vice, a vice
A vice, a vice

For papers, they’re papers in caps around the hood
Heroes of the hustle, they’re cash in hand
For walls encrypted with the face of a saint
Moms out of tune, big coat of the job (ah-ah)
For papers, they’re papers in caps around the hood (hood)
Heroes of the hustle, they’re cash in hand (cash)
For walls encrypted with the face of a saint (saint)
Moms out of tune, big coat of the job (ah)

Damn, okay, yeah (yeah), it’s gonna be a beautiful day (ah)
Another day to grind to get out of the hole (ah)
But be careful, 'cause being slick can be dangerous
I got a couple of homies, they’re looking to fill the bag (yeah, ah)
They’re moving some bags in a Corsa without papers (uh, ah)
Though some end up losing 'cause they still get caught (ah)
I can’t judge them 'cause we don’t talk, I don’t know what hurts them (no)
The hustle’s in the DNA, it’s been there since they were kids (yeah)
They didn’t wait for the Tooth Fairy, they put on their jackets
They know money’s easier to make out there (yeah)
And if you got that wickedness, the process speeds up
We’ve done more bad things than good, it’s a shame, but oh well
Single moms with vices, kid, children without comfort
To hit a mediocre G, they take what’s not theirs
I carry my city inside me every time I fly (yeah)
And when I come back, I tell the kids to wait for me, it won’t be long (trra)
A candle for my saints (yeah)
To get my people out of that, yeah, that’s why I rise (yeah, huh?)
And the money’s for my family, I don’t even want that much
I’m chillin’ with little, we’re cured of fright

Brothers locked up for the trouble, tense with white gold
The intake number, a new kiss on the rosary
Yesterday with cash around the hood, today they’re in the case
Turning pain into respect and lament into another record
That lady from the avenue is glory already sold
The forty’s learned to the rhythm that the drum demands
And I like the tour in the afterlife’s groove
And knowing my block is the other drug that now inspires you
Baby, easy, the street brings monkeys, poles, alligators (ah)
Wild ways, icons of pain with tattoos
Alone unplugged in notes of a tone from bad trips (ah)
How to change if the world is monochrome without getting infected?

For papers, they’re papers in caps around the hood (me)
Heroes of the hustle, they’re cash in hand (cash, cash)
For walls encrypted with the face of a saint (cash, cash)
Moms out of tune, big coat of the job

Damn, in the end all my days are beautiful
With my jug spinning around the hood, powerful
We don’t sell in the hood anymore, now we sell to the famous (uh)
I’m looking out for my lil bro like in Bear Country (yeah)
Hey, don’t be a fool, don’t be looking for revenge (no)
Thanks to this gift I have, I’m filling my belly (yeah)
I had faith in my people, we grind without rest (uh)
My folks are with me every time I take a step (haha, yeah)

I got the MD with hostages from the FT
Bae, stars on the net bring me respect, DT from Emelec
I stayed up this DMT, it’s the bang to have faith
I didn’t boast and made a crew, baby, Dembélé
Breaking records, the drip, the cash, swag of an ordinary
Jazzman in the middle, peak the beast, seminar swing
Rapping off tempo for the kicks, not for the feel of the lip
What’s mine in the box and what’s outside falls for Doly Flackko