La Ruta

Hey
You know what happens when the one with European dreams speaks
I don’t see them
Yeah
How do I explain all the things I live through?
How do I explain to people what it’s like to chase cash?
If I wasn’t a criminal, go check my records
I only keep the positive from the streets

And I got homies who are on the grind
Looking for my cash, that’s got me worried
That’s why when I go out, the streets are rough
If I get something, I’ve got a clever mind

And I got homies who are on the grind
Looking for my cash, that’s got me worried
That’s why when I go out, the streets are rough
If I get something, I’ve got a clever mind

Searching for it like this, we stuffed cash in socks
We used to look for it every weekend
Riding in a Jeep, we’ve got bullets for the magazines
We live what you see in the movies

And 24/7, I don’t trust if they say "chill"
I hear voices telling me to "leave"
Respect those who respect
It’s God who’s the only one who puts me in check

You’ll die if I let go of the bills
The only rappers from the streets who are certified
These fools give their lives for a collab
You’ll never hear Zid sucking up
And if the music fails me, I keep making cash

They know we’re criminals in the scene
I got four from my crew serving time
I’m not Jincho, a rapper who fears the cops
I’m not Jincho, a rapper who supports the system

And I got homies who are on the grind
Looking for my cash, that’s got me worried
That’s why when I go out, the streets are rough
If I get something, I’ve got a clever mind

And I got homies who are on the grind
Looking for my cash, that’s got me worried
That’s why when I go out, the streets are rough
If I get something, I’ve got a clever mind

Ah
I’m Jincho, a rapper who’s at the table
I’m Jincho, a rapper who’s at the table
Hey