La Lleca (part. Peso Pluma)

I learned it all on the streets
Memories from back in the day on that sidewalk
With my crew, real-life bandits
Some have already left, others behind bars
Here come the bags full of notebooks
Just pure weed coming in from California
They leave us with profits, but stay alert
'Cause the haters are always lurking

Ounces of pure white gold
That I carry under my arm
The weekend's finally here
And they know it's time to party
Just a bunch of girls who know
Exactly what’s in store for them today
And a little joint of gold
To calm the mind a bit

My mom's blessing has always been there
And we turned the situation around
And it’s not just a one-time thing
We carry hundreds in our pants
They say I'm crooked, but I don’t believe it
You earn it with hard work and a lot of guts
I’m not a governor, I don’t take from anyone
And I haven’t done anything to those who didn’t deserve it

Ounces of pure white gold
That I carry under my arm
The weekend's finally here
And they know it's time to party
Just a bunch of girls who know
Exactly what’s in store for them today
And a little joint of gold
To calm the mind a bit

I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets

I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets

I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
I learned it all on the streets
Ah-ah, ah, ah, ah-ah