Yo no se si mañana

C-Kan

I Don't Know About Tomorrow

Brothers, whatever you need, just hit me up
I’m around
24/7, like Louis Vuitton would say, no worries, haha
Hit me up, hey, boss, call me
Screw it, let it go
Ultimately, what’s the deal?

I don’t know about tomorrow
If the life we chose and lived will give us another chance
I don’t know about tomorrow
If the streets get hotter and they come looking for me
I don’t know about tomorrow
If the cash, the fame, and the hustle will run out
I don’t know about tomorrow
If God lets me wake up

Between music and the streets, there’s no balance
I learned that with the Glock resting on the book
On the nightstand, the scar never healed
And that makes sure I don’t forget those who doubted me
Or the one who helped me, who sweated it out with me
The traitor who called me friend and then switched sides
I’m always with my crew, I roll with who I roll with
And the day God wants, I’ll be dying
Watch out for the kid you’re messing with
Because here everyone dies, but not everyone kills
I don’t know about tomorrow, but right now
They know I’m here for whatever they need
Until the lights go out, let whoever turns them off
Because even the toughest shit themselves if they swallow their words
So load it up, because now we’ve got a problem
And use it, let’s see if it’s true that they rap about it

Problematic life, the streets teach you math
Gala 380 is iconic in my hood
The sales numbers, the customers’ sales
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
In my balls, I got Diddy and in the pen, Tupac
Rappers respect me, the ones you suck up to
They stole Nally’s and we flipped the armored car
I’m alive and riding, I don’t need anything
I got rhymes, I got the hood, I got faith and I got my brothers
Who always have weed, and girls of all kinds
Brunettes, blondes, redheads, and chestnuts
Together, apart, single and divorced
I make sure you don’t want any trouble with me
I swear on my mother, and for her, I never swear
I predict if life allows me in the future
I’ll be tougher, that I can guarantee you

CK
Hey, Maxo
They’re gonna need space to write down what’s coming
Who else?
The streets made real
Here, Mastered Trax
Eh, now you can call me C-Pac, hahahaha
Cha-cha-chau

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