BARZELÓ

From the north, no cuts
You look good, get ready
They ask me if I believe
I don’t see it, tell me where
I’m the only one talking in the convo
I talk to them, but they don’t respond
Life made us
At just 11, we were already tough men

You’ll hear my name
Always after a goal
Right in your fucking face when it’s over
Like Iniesta in London
And if they come at me swinging
Like Laporta: "Molt be"
With two grand in a stack
But stealing the bomber

I still remember, brother
(Eh, eh)
When everything seemed like my fault
(Ah, ah)
When I was caught between drugs and the cops
And I only had three, Iago, Elena, and María

Here, quality is in excess
Thirty meters and at your feet
They act like G’s but wear
Ballet socks
Whatever comes, kid
It’s coming for a reason
That’s why I had her at 4
But I never loved her

They act like they’re cool and want to see you sad
Telling the rum, "Glad you came"
I toast to my two
With my Barceló

They’re here one minute, gone the next
And we’re not here for jokes
They lack education
And think they’re like the mister
They want to score the goal
No, no, no

I ask the guy for a rum
And he asks me with what?
You don’t mix the pure shit, dude
Neither Coke nor Monster
I’m with my Carpe Noctem
They prefer the cut
It’s weird how instead of Ramos
They put in Laporte

Not a damn thing, I’m from the hood
Ballon d’Or and Golden
My heart is Jackie Chan
Look, it doesn’t break
Fucking is my sport
Not even Torbe can keep up
I’m always chilling with a milf
Like Patricia Conde

I still remember, brother
(Eh, eh)
When everything seemed like my fault
(Ha, ha)
When I was caught between drugs and the cops
And I only had three, Iago, Elena, and María

No degree or trade
With two balls, Che
With joy in search
And my sorrows on my ID
Now I communicate, bro
Remember when I called
An All-Star
I play hard to get like Mbappé

They act like they’re cool and want to see you sad
Telling the rum, "Glad you came"
I toast to my two
With my Barceló

They’re here one minute, gone the next
And we’re not here for jokes
They lack education
And think they’re like the mister
They want to score the goal
No, no, no