Sóbala

The only one tearing people apart
Not a cop
I got a bigger attitude
Rat, attack the CIA
I run the streets and the sidewalks
I got the goods, big as they come, back to the grind
He, the crazy one, making his entrance
It's like a shootout

And everyone’s broke and in jeans
He’s the gorilla, the ugly one
I can’t let that slide, the 101

You know what's up
If I hit you, I leave smoke
How do I respond?
With my mouth or with actions
Whatever you want
Never satisfied
Incredible
I paid attention
A little crazy, just missing
The honey on stage has a stick
If in the morning I’m looking for my empty that went down without bread
I’ll hand you my trophy
Volcanic rock and the salt of the expensive
She’s got an eye for finding it and I’m going to find it
You swore me loyalty and ate my food
You betrayed me with the one I least expected
You washed your hands like Pilate
And you betrayed me when I fell
In which the loan shark is looking for me with a Glock
And that’s, 4th
I spent it all
The loan shark is looking for me with a Glock
And that’s, 4th
I spent it all
Pull out your gun and

There’s the movie of the thug packing Louboutins
He’s living the movie of the thug packing Louboutins
He’s living the movie of the thug packing Luton
He’s living the movie of the thug packing

Here’s a debate
They have a field of different opinions
And where I am
Hasn’t reached Pepín’s brain yet
With which all the
Virginia behind her 4th
You all knock on my door
Also the windows
And I, for the hell of it, hit back without gratitude
No conscience
What you gotta do is take it easy and have patience
Two pigeons talking trash, criticizing another
I’m not a snitch, didn’t kill anyone
But your woman like a deflated bread