ESTA VIDA (part. Morad)

Voluptyk, Voluptyk
Yeah
The Ballers from the City, yeah
Gra-gra, boom, boom, boom, boom

They ask about me (eh-eh), where I'm headed (eh-eh)
I’ll stay right here (no)
Envy grew with money and more power, no (no)
I won’t sleep, they say they’re here for me (eh)
Louis Vuitton, 300 on the threads, that’s me

Yo, baby, I’ve imagined (imagined)
That you thought there’s no way out of here
You, baby (eh), you’re from the other side
You don’t know how many turns I’ve made

From a kid raised in the hood (ah), I don’t come from the city (no)
I do what’s necessary (baby), my mom won’t end up a widow
I always carry her daily, for the Judas who always greets
Ah, ah, ah

I was on the street, couldn’t see you (no, no)
I prefer money over chasing luck (luck)
I won’t leave you a widow, I’m not afraid of death (death)
I look into your eyes and it’s hard to love you (yeah)
I look into your eyes and there’s cash in my mind (money)
There was nothing since I was in the womb (no, no)
Sneaker box full of $20 stacks (yeah)
I give money to mom before I turn 20
There was nothing with that nothing (ah)
I saw many change their looks
Then I rose up, everything rose up
The one who hates me says she loves me now
With a hundred soldiers (no), there’s no comrades (oh)
Just a family organized band (eh)
I don’t have friends (baby) who don’t do shit
We’re all in, I don’t depend on calls

I got good ones, I got bad ones
She plays games and I pull her in
I won’t change my way, much less switch sides
I got good ones, I got bad ones
She plays games and I pull her in (oh)
I won’t change (eh)

They ask about me, where I'm headed (I’ll go)
I’ll stay right here (I’ll stay right here)
The one who doesn’t fail his family, that’s me (that’s me)
The one who doesn’t fail his friends, that’s me (that’s me)
That’s me (that’s me)

Yo, baby, I’ve imagined
That you thought there’s no way out of here
You, baby, you’re from the other side
You don’t know how many turns I’ve made

Baby, my story’s wild
Time passes and I’m adding more commas
My 27 won’t abandon
I’m serious, baby, I don’t joke around
Forever, baby, I’ma have your back, like I don’t let go of the 40 (ah)
Before you leave, baby, I’ll make you fly
How long will it last?
This life comes and goes (yeah)

(Gra-gra, boom, boom, boom, boom)
(Yeah)
The Ballers from the City
Morad
(From Spain to PR)
(Eh-eh, eh-eh)
(Oh-oh)
Tell me, Turbo
Gerar
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)