Rico o Muerto

And I left, from that neighborhood known around here
I'm from Campa, that's where I grew up
A lot of them are gone but I'm still here

And I left, from that neighborhood known around here
I'm from Campa, that's where I grew up
A lot of them are gone but I'm still here

I miss having a brother at the table
I only have people I don't care about
Haven't had a father in a while
Learned from the streets, came out of Nectar

Sorry if I look like a bad guy
But honestly, I'm not a pain in the ass
The Beretta only gets used when needed, I’ve taken a few idiots' hands

I've been involved in that stuff
Many times it was about winning
I also knew what it was to lose
A brother I’ll never see again

Mom, forgive me for what I'm doing
But no, they won't see me, it's this life, rich or dead
Here I am, fighting for a future that's uncertain

I'm already protected from above, man
And I don't believe in saints
I take care of myself
No gods, no devils

Smooth when I sing
Fuck it, I'm Superman
Super good with the lyrics
Super badass at writing

I miss El Chispa and El Freddy
El Manchas isn't coming back
I hope one day we all meet up because we're all headed there

A pup hangs with wolves
I hang with pure demons
In my head, I dive into hell, no problem
Because the monsters know me

I'm a father, a friend, a brother, and to whoever wants it, I give love
I'm resentful and to the envious, if they come, I hit a home run

Coming out of that neighborhood, I used to patrol the whole sector
Today I write stories from the hood here in Nectar, Lima, hell yeah, for sure

And I left, from that neighborhood known around here
I'm from Campa, that's where I grew up
A lot of them are gone but I'm still here

And I left, from that neighborhood known around here
I'm from Campa, that's where I grew up
A lot of them are gone but I'm still here