No Estoy (part. Akim 88 y Milo j)

After, grab a mate, my friend (the M)
(If it’s to waste the–) yeah

If it’s to waste time, I’m out
If the question’s bad, I’ll cuss you out and leave
Missing some gear and the U-T-O-I still gives me the stink eye
I fear the day I lose control

With drugs, without drugs, I’m flying
I’ve got a spirit dancing with me, it’s going with the Sun
I know that Lucifer already asked for me in the lounge (what?)
I fear the day I lose control
With drugs, without drugs

I want cash, I’m not okay
I used to do it for love, but now I want the hundreds
I don’t belong to a music branch
That’s why my heart tells me I’m gonna do it
And I think I’ve shown it in my songs

Through trial and error, we got the connection
With Gustavo, who now also handles requests for what I do
And I’m stoked, knowing they wouldn’t give two cents for the black guy
And now that I’m making deals, they’re really tight (wait, wait, wait, my friend)

I dropped in Malaver, all about the data
He wants to hit up the one from Matta
I cashed in Santander, all the money
Mm, kr plaw, and I take off the robe

We’re the next big thing, and it shows
After, Milo, Akim, the vibe
So much drip, they call me the drop
And now that I saw her, the girl bounces

Hey, if your ex is a bit of a fool, I’ll spit in his face
You can see his fangs, and he’s just a joke
If he comes to break my balls, I won’t call the cops
I’ll charm the lady

They know we’re what’s coming, and it burns them inside
There are enough plates for everyone to eat
They don’t give space because it doesn’t suit them
They sell you advice that they never take

If it’s to waste time, I’m out
If the question’s bad, I’ll cuss you out and leave
Now there’s gear, and the U-T-O-I still gives me the stink eye
I fear the day I lose control
With drugs, without drugs, I’m flying

I’ve got a spirit dancing with me, it’s going with the Sun
I know that Lucifer already asked for me in the lounge
I fear the day I lose control
With drugs, without drugs, I’m flying-do-do-do-do-do- (what?)

I don’t mess up, and that’s coming from a neighborhood
Where for a skinny arm, there’s never a lack of heat
I learned how to mix voice with the brain
And now it’s been a long time since I seemed sane

I know supposed criminals on the bus and kids on the street
Who brag about crimes, because spitting is free
Better talk about love before a boss catches you
Suck my d*ck, I’m not buying from you