Yo Lo Viví (part. Moha The B)

The European 50 Cent, nigga
If I don't see it, I don't believe it, nigga
You heard me (you heard me)
Shit, shit

I lived all that
Before my jacket was Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
I wrote my own path
Nothing in life came for free
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh

Born and raised in Barcelona
The concrete jungle that looks like the Amazon
I've seen how time changes people
And I've been through so much that nothing surprises me anymore

I realized at 17
That the world is controlled only by cash
That's why I don't trust people who make promises
Or those who act tough to earn respect

In Barcelona, I swear, they don't touch my face
In Barcelona, I swear, my crew's got it
I stir things up in my hood like Che Guevara
And they bargain, they bargain, but they don't confront you

In Barcelona, who runs things? They say 22
And what caliber do you use? I use 22
And how many fit in your clip? 22 fit
Leo's got the Beretta, Nael's got the GLOCK
I was at La Roca, you were at Brians

My mind's going crazy, how many will fall?
I feel like an idiot, I feel like a fool
They put me in the room, they ask: Where are they?
People are nosy, asking: Where are they?

They say they got your back, but they'll let you down
Swearing they care, then they'll bail out
Swearing they've changed, but they'll keep on
And I remember that night we were on the AP7
Praying not to end up in handcuffs

And I remember the day of the police
And your mom crying at the courthouse
And I remember the day we made a double play
15 years old, I think we were cadets
And remember when you were in the cell
And we caught that EPI talking shit

I lived all that
Before my jacket was Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
I wrote my own path
Nothing in life came for free
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh

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