Viral (Directo a Cámara XII)

You’re going for style, I’m going for icon
I’ve got cash now, I dance like a monkey
Killing rats online without a screen, let’s see what we are
The one who’s really trying to promote is the one who’s killing it

What’s the point of knowing, it’s not what you say but how
Better get out of here, bro, or read a book
There’s a limbo between me and an influencer with a mic
Playing at being a rapper, shut your mouth

It’s like I’m a chef just because I can fry eggs
Not much happens to us, this society is broken, fed up
You argue about politics, it gets you riled up
You think everything will change based on who’s in charge, come on

Without rich people, there are no politicians, without poor folks, they’re not needed
But this isn’t viral, it’s not interesting
Maybe I’m just normal, believe me, in this industry it weighs
You want to be an artist and valued by the company

Get on TikTok and say your pussy smells like strawberries
I curse the dead of whoever turned this into gossip
Things are weird, outside they’re shitting themselves, online they’re harassing you
Get out on the street, you’ve got a pale complexion

I don’t know who loves you less, the Sun or your wife
I’m fed up, shattered
If I’m lacking, let them talk to my ashes
Hypnotize yourself with stress, and see that death is a lottery

That’s if I kick the bucket and all the fans, it’s not even worth it
Get real, life is bizarre
It tells you it loves you, not why it wants to tie you down
The warrior got in, it’s gone to your head

You end up like dogs, because love isn’t barked
I’m on another level now, I’ve got experience
They come to mess with my head, the next day they don’t even talk to me
I’m on another level now, kid, I’ve got experience

Ten years in my prime, when you do it, hit me up
Talking about what they don’t know, but they’ve got followers
Now everyone’s got a master’s in knowing everything, see
This is what happens when you idolize an idiot, virgin

The plagues neither die out nor go extinct
More focused on who’s sleeping with the soccer player
I don’t care, get off Instagram, she’s not that smart, out
A whole list of songs for quinceañeras

Because the ones your age see you as a fucking geek
Grow up, boss, you’re thirty years old, man
Or do I have to say: Bro, bro, bro, let’s see if you get it
I’m going to make this topic a subject in school

And they’ll all fall straighter than the Twin Towers
This isn’t a beef, it’s fucking life
It’s going to screw you over, the one you don’t see, you won’t see it coming
Duck if you want, you’re already a target in the crosshairs

Everything is less fragile when love is cared for
I don’t believe in anyone, I believe in myself now
And before not even that, you always learn the best alone
The problem is people don’t know how to be alone

And they fall in love as an excuse to touch their balls more
What, you like it? I’m giving you shortcuts
The biggest bastard is the one who’s nice at first
You want to see yourself lower, sure, with a good stack

Good job, more than wanting it’s a matter of fitting in
I’ll behave well and vote, pay those whores
We’re all whores, we sell ourselves until we’re spat out
I’m a squatter in my head, you’re never getting in here

BLK, there will never be another like this
We’re in a bind, you say what’s expected, but it’s not viral
We’re in a bind, you say what’s expected, but it’s not viral