Mundo de Lo Ajeno (part. Pirlo)

There’s no street code anymore, loyalty’s fading away
People swear on God, but they’re still lying to your face
The kids don’t care about Barbie or Nintendo
'Cause here, by the age of twelve, they’re already in the game

Damn eternal struggle
They hate working, but want the latest ride
'Cause now the big girls like the ones in control
And the more Percocet they pop, the wider they spread their legs

And that’s how another kid is born in the hood
From a teenage mom with an absent dad and a broken home
Surrounded by hustlers and hitmen
Learning cuss words, not geometry or the alphabet

In the hood, we hustle, chasing cash any way we can
They’ll rob you while they’re joking, even if you don’t believe it
The one who moves the least is snitching to the DEA
And the one with the least is flipping, minimum he’s turning

And no matter how hard the kid tries
He’s got last year’s shoes that are looking real bad
And the tough guys in the hood are rocking Retro 11s
That’s when even the good ones ask God: "So what’s up?"

With that story of the worst battles
Any loser thinks he’s a good warrior when he fails
The best warriors aren’t the ones who win the most fights
But the ones who, despite the struggle, never throw in the towel

And just like the wise ones, there are those who live
For their dreams, their homes, family, and friends
Politicians are getting rich while the people are declining
It’s just another normal day here on the streets of the Caribbean

In the end, there’s no drama
The problem is when you get caught
In the world of the unknown, there’s no buddy
Sooner or later, they’ll get you

And in the end, there’s no drama (your mom)
The problem is when you get caught
In the world of the unknown, there’s no buddy (oh, what you gonna do?)
Sooner or later, they’ll get you (420)

From America to Europe, I crossed the mountains in Transur
With what I cleaned the keyboard, I was getting high
I didn’t grow up with a PSP, barely had a pin
Even in the pic, I was getting cut

'Cause I wanted Timberlands, but we adapted to Venus
No shampoo, even the toys were borrowed
Slithering in Santa Elena, on a donkey to the dog park
In my spot on the speaker, I was the least

Trying to change the story with a dream
If it wasn’t for the vice, Santa smoked the reindeer
I even tried to erase myself with poison
With Pepito’s caps in Monareta back in ninth grade

And the most hated by the teachers
And now they’re buying their kids my posters
Always wanted soccer, for America to sign me
But I never progressed, always showed up to practice with lice

The strawberry’s for Yumbanji, for Ingenio, Pance city
And the lower class outside the school, a green mango
Shout out to all my brothers who grew up together
Comuna 10, the good for my crew

And now that we’re famous
If you saw how the girls scream for me
I’m taking it all in
I feel like success is calling me

And now that we’re famous
If you saw how the girls scream for me
I’m not taking it lightly
I feel like success is calling me

420
Akapellah with La Rata, again, once more, huh?
To send it cool, let’s go
Come on, player, hit it fast
Come on, come on, hit it fast, we’re already on a roll
Cali Cartel