Cataño (part. Hanzel, Cirilo y Juanka)

The crime's back in action
Cirilo the monster slayer
Tell me, Benny, blop, blop

With so many neighborhoods around
And you all so focused on mine
A bit rough, but we don’t abuse
You got me feeling real pissed off

The stick and the glo, we pass you the flow
We’re the fire, motherfuckers, don’t mess
Let’s not get caught, shoot and it’s always a blow
I record all the missions on GoPro

It’s not the same to be hustling
As when they’re shooting at you
Why brag about your street cred
If you’re just gonna end up snitching

It’s not the same living off wishes
Than living off the streets
The hood’s been rough
We’re out here seeing if we can find you

My angels protect me from what I can’t see
They’re for the underground damage
Rolling through the ugly
Cruising around the highway

The route’s the same
The destination’s uncertain
They don’t shine when it’s time to pull
And they’re left with open nails

Stacked up like an Emirati
I don’t trust alliances
That’s just a setup for contracts
Arrest warrant for weapons and murder

We hit the cards
And you’re killing like a cat
Motherfuckers, don’t compare
I put the car in Sport Plus like Clarenz

I swallow them for missions fast like Malaren
The antennas have no signal
The lookout’s already connected
Nails are missing
And with the AK, you’re crucified

The outcome
From the pot to the container
We break into your base
And plant a car bomb inside the case

So much betrayal
I’ve got a cold heart
Below zero
The jockeys galloping
Flowing like the racetrack
Waiter, motherfucker

It’s not the same to be hustling
As when they’re shooting at you
Why brag about your street cred
If you’re just gonna end up snitching

It’s not the same living off desires
Than living off the streets
The hood’s been ugly with COVID
We’re out here seeing if we can find you

It’s not the same as your punk shots
As when they’re shooting at you
The drums are pounding
The bullets are flying close

Aiming and breathing
Covering your clip while switching
Negotiating with death
Betting and coming out winning

What I write are experiences
Documenting the violence
They don’t reach these frequencies
They only live for appearances

I’m solo, I have no competition
The H is locked up, but the trend lives on
It’s millions when it drops
To light up and for long guns

The jockey’s already on the way
And it’s not the one who rides
Your soul is mine, motherfucker
No matter the cost

I never roll solo, motherfucker
Pacho’s got my back

The one with the white eyes
See, tell me, Cirilo
Incorporate the Alcaedra
Like in the old days

See, tell me, Juanka
Loyalty forever
Like Kobe with the Lakers

See, tell me, pops
You’re always with me
My hustles are eternal

Tell me, Cirilo, Juanka, Hanzel
Add me to your playlist
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