DESDE 0 (part. Morad y Quevedo)

One look, boom-boom
One [?]

'Hold still, money can't buy your respect (ah)
Rolling with the crew, those who don't show up are insects' (shh)
I was in the bad, learning what’s right (learning what’s right)
Put on your gear, 'cause in the game you'd be a benchwarmer (says)
Don't say you got it, we know you're lying (haha)
I give money to mom before I hit 20 (even if I was a delinquent)
I started counting, but never said a word (ah, ah)
If that’s not making it, it’s 'cause I grew up poor (haha)
Bad things happened, but just silly stuff (no, no)
You were singing, but in the police station
I didn’t want to sing, and look what it turned into (ah)
Serious face when I walk in, and the handshake is cold (ah)
War just to get in, I worry about my own (ah-ah)
The whole family is blessed
A house for mom
Looks like I’m hiding cash in Panama
Stash cash under the bed
And you’d see it’s better than chasing fame
Another one, house for mom
And if I buy another, it’s so everyone has more
Another one, and that’s why they call
And they throw shade behind my back and front like it’s nothing

I’ve traveled the world in an armored Cadillac
Up every day, there’s reason to toast
And all my people on the island, tanned and it’s not summer
We’re all tough and rich like Cristiano
Sold out Miami, babe, sold out in Milan
Counting so much cash, my hands are calloused
Dude, light the blunt, I’m tired of being me
And these fools kill for being me
Man, I lit it up the day I got out
I don’t do interviews anymore, just Jimmy Fallon
That’s why I got your crew and your girl calling
That’s why your car and house fit in my living room
I’m the good guy on the team, dude, pass me the ball
Don’t talk shit, fools, don’t slip up
'Cause I don’t have a 9, but I know who moves it
And if you see me up close, you’re not acting tough anymore
Man, I’ve seen your life, and to be honest, I prefer mine
To have yours, I would’ve studied engineering
The only bad thing is not strolling down Gran Vía
And dealing with all these gold diggers
I’m still on my corner making dough quietly
The kids on the island are acting wild
The day I retire, I’ll be chilling back in Las Palmas like Geezy in Los Pajaritos (rr)

They say I’m crazy for not fearing judges
In a song, I don’t write everything I went through
I’m crazy, but never for doing stupid shit
Bad for never having to put on a disguise
Real, if I blow up, I’ll take care of all my people
Free for my Beli, he’s on the run, hope he gets cleared soon
I feel like on a bike it takes off every time I lift off
Here, no one gets left behind, I’ve seen up close how they pull it off
In packs, you look like you’ve been through it
I’ve never talked to no little brat
Here anyone can rob you, and they move bags in your face
Your loves aren’t real, my crew’s got vests
I shoot, I go, I open and make a hole, I put it in the bag
Accept the dry kilos, I already bought a couple of ranches
I watch out for the undercover, the ZaZa for the helmet
On the road by the AP7 so they can take you in a ride

Gotta think to never be at zero again
I wanted to progress, but they turned out to be traitors
Money does bad, but helps those with a good heart
And I don’t know how to talk, 'cause here they kill the first one who speaks
The ones with the L, the ones with the L
Even the rivers of Seville where the drums go pa-pa
The ones with the L, even the beaches of the Canaries, the 4 motors come in
The ones with the L, family comes first, you know it

What makes me happy are people, not things
Just 'cause you see me here getting a bunch of stuff, that won’t give you any happiness
My happiness comes from my mom, my dad, who [?] isn’t here
It comes from my kids, you know?
So I gotta work to make sure those people are good, you know?
It’s mandatory to make money