DESDE ABAJO

The flight's first class, I ain't going back on a ferry
On the way there, Fred Perry, on the way back, Burberry
They're always killing each other like Tom and Jerry
I’m with a girl who slays with a face like Katy Perry

I was hustling on the BlackBerry, now I’m on a stage
I put my hood on the map without hitting the airwaves
You act like a hitman with a cop's face
And when you saw mine, you started doing cardio in place

You're a big talker and a wannabe tough guy
Your mouth runs wild from the drugs and being a snitch, right?
I always keep it real, no sugarcoating the truth
'Cause where I grew up, just saying sorry ain't enough proof

It's facts, codes, cash, flows
I eat them all up like Fat Joe
We hit your city and blow up the show
And since '18, we dropped YIPIYOU, you know

Half of my stacks go to the one who brought me here
It's impossible to fall from the bottom, my dear
In this rich kid neighborhood, I don’t fit in
We ain't the neighbors from below anymore, that’s how it’s been

They don’t say their names, let alone their jobs
All my people are in the know, no need for the sobs
Little by little, life brought its share of pain
That’s just how it is living with highs and lows, man

Forever
I put it all in the rap
My life’s a war like Biggie and Tupac
Since I dropped Narcolepsia, they got hooked on the crack

Now I sing what I live 'cause it’s my reality
And let it hurt whoever it may be
We’ve created a school
From Malamanera to Silk Worms, we rule

I feel like Ze Pequeño when I stepped in the hood
Out of all those rappers, now I’m the one understood
All my boys in the hood are making their way
Closing deals when no one’s watching, that’s how they play

Those rappers talk about the streets in their songs
But they get home and mama’s cooking up their meals all along
I went from serving to being served, it’s true
I don’t know if it was luck or if I’m the chosen one too

Now my mom counts what I bring home
Before I make Jairo a millionaire, I roam
Half of my stacks go to the one who brought me here
It's impossible to fall from the bottom, my dear

In this rich kid neighborhood, I don’t fit in
We ain't the neighbors from below anymore, that’s how it’s been
They don’t say their names, let alone their jobs
All my people are in the know, no need for the sobs

Little by little, life brought its share of pain
That’s just how it is living with highs and lows, man
Ey, yo, what’s up? Fernando 2025 crashed your place, bitch.