24/Siempre

It's hard to know what this guy's thinking
Always hiding something, keeping quiet about what matters
Doesn't drop names, nor says where
Never responds, 'cause something dies in him if he breaks his word

Far from home, chasing cash
That's how he spends his time, moving through his phase
True to his roots, that's what it's about, if he loses, he bails
Even the crowd knows the map, knows where the trap is

But there's always that cheap fake imitation
Left by the ski masks to wear a tie
I ain't fooled by cats dressed like rats
My crew's filling the plate and no one even notices

And they're real people, not fake ones, they get the hustle
Here there's no sweets but there's plenty of butter
Even if I'm not flying, I'm still riding bikes
I taught more than a few champs those tricks

That deserves respect, and if you don't respect, it's just envy
I only listen to my family's opinion
When they're close, my heart rate eases
When they're far, my drinks get lukewarm

The cold night got lost in another morning
Fighting with the pain even though I know it wins
I'm gonna die doing what I've always wanted
The virgin forgives me for all my screw-ups

So listen up, man, I don't recommend this
With one hand I strike, with the other I keep writing
I'm waiting for double everything I aim for
For the cash, the monkey dances, not like I don't sell to them

So, guys, enjoy the dinner
Even if they're inside now, they deserve a spot outside
Here I kill my sorrows spitting out what burns me
If time's testing me to dodge that sentence, man
This ain't music, it's just drugs.