Prófugo (part. Myke Towers)

Young Kingz, baby, -y
This is for all the soldiers standing tall
For the fallen ones too
Ah
Caimito and Quintana forever
Says

Your name keeps ringing out
Rumors keep spreading
With rum, the pain goes down
More smoke for the lungs
What they say, I know it doesn’t faze you
'Cause the hustle never stops
Friends are those who stick around in tough times
They posted your pics, you know who they are

On the street, they say you’re a fugitive
And the news says you’re armed and dangerous
The price of the goods has gone up
They’ve put a bounty on your head
Your partner didn’t hesitate to flip on you
Screw the haters
Everyone who hid behind you
Knows you play it smart, you’re skilled

They’ll have to kill me, I won’t back down, someone tell them
The drugs keep moving even if they seize them
I gotta make sure, I’m not here to improvise
A security ring so they always alert me
I live with more scars than happy moments
The most wanted of the go, the one with the ski mask, the one with the gloves
Héctor knows I’m the voice of the case, the singer
Playing hide and seek like kids back in the day
Always strapped, retro 3 print of an elephant
Heading down to JM, I’m going for Baya
Undergather like Baby, they call me the manta ray
If the boat runs aground, they’ll rescue me on the beach
I can’t fight anymore, my face is on the screen
Always on camera, if I talk to family
At night, I don’t rest like a Christian in vigil
They betray me, the snitches, they say: Tupuria ilia
No one exiles me, loyalty like in Sicily, ah

On the street, they say I’m a fugitive
And the news says I’m armed and dangerous
The price of the goods has gone up
They’ve put a bounty on my head
My partner didn’t hesitate to flip on me
Screw the haters
And everyone who hid behind me
Knows I play it smart, I’m skilled

You know I play it smart, nothing slips by me, I catch it in the air
These Louis Vuitton bags aren’t just for fashion
If I see a ghost or one of the boys
Dude, we’ll put it on your mustache
The Patek in pistachio color
On the mansion walls, Picasso paintings
Better not even pass by there
I roll up in an R Sport even to the gym
If I take my time, it’s in a palace

On the street, they say you’re a fugitive
And the news says you’re armed and dangerous
The price of the goods has gone up
They’ve put a bounty on your head
Your partner didn’t hesitate to flip on you
Screw the haters
Everyone who hid behind you
Knows you play it smart, you’re skilled

Wuh
This is for all my crazy ones on the track
Ja
From Young King, baby
Hanzel the H, the one with the white eyes
If you have power, don’t abuse it
Yo, tell me, Myke
Ah
Elegidos Records
Myke Towers, baby
Mueka, the brain, what these fools are missing
Yo, tell me, Andre, the giant, baby
We’re active
Tell me, Barvc
Loyalty forever like Kobe with the Lakers
Eternal Music