2012 (part. JC Reyes)

Yeah, yeah

Since 2012, we’ve been rocking ski masks
Guns still on us, that’s how we hit the stage
I’ve seen gold records next to the raw stuff
Shopping in luxury stores without leaving the block

It hurts them here because we’re the real deal
Like Miko, I put out whores, who’s acting all classy?
With the heat that lays you down, and it ain't called John Cena
For the mamas like Natasha, I’m a gangster, like Pina

What’s there to say? Nothing, they still haven’t caught on
Here we live the street life, you look scared as hell
If I roll up to any block, I’m in it all the way
You ain't a punk just for wearing your pants low

We’ll give you a kilo of chatter, thirty go to the chest
You’re out through the roof, your cap’s flying off
If you catch it, hit hard, if it gets wild, don’t run
This is rap for criminals and hustlers

Without being a Gomorrah mafia, we hit you with all the power
I’m letting it rip, this ain’t a SIG Sauer
Dressed all in black, even the ski mask is Rick Owens
If you’re looking for trouble, you’re dead, I swear on my mother (yeah)

Two million in jewels (yeah)
For your life, I’ll drop it as an offering (okay)
I give the order and make this shit ignite
This piece is legal, I practice the Second Amendment
They want me to cool down, but I send my cousin to light it up

They’re looking for me to fight, but I got the cash
When you see us coming, please don’t get scared (no)
I love the metals, I got millions on deck
And lately, I’ve been spending it on animals

I don’t have bad habits, though I’ve pulled a few stunts (yeah)
I’m always on top, above the mountains
Find me at the peak, standing like Spider-Man (okay)
Soon I’m retiring to Italy to eat lasagna

Ey, I kick like Jackie, and I don’t know karate
You’re gangsters online, but that’s just on the net
And no matter how many join, none can touch me (no, listen)
I’ll shoot if you pull any nonsense

(Hey)
Listen, uh-uh
Austin (Arcángel, for) La Maravilla
La Marash
Mr. Santos (JC)
JC Reyes (once again)
JC (yes, sir)
I’m precious
Wow

Straight from, you know where it’s at (pa-pa-pa-pa-pala' and gun')
Tell them, PUCHE (pala' and gun')
With style, class, and education kicking your ass (¡auh!)
Prra