Historia Real (part. Ovi, Alemán y Neutro Shorty)

I know at first a lot of people threw shade
But life turns around like a carousel
Don’t spit up, no one knows if tomorrow
That spit will fall back in your face from above

Yeah, eleven million (brr)
The same dude from the block but now with millions (haha)
You don’t know what’s going on, the grind is hardcore (yo)
My music spreads through the neighborhoods and the prisons
You and all your thugs are made of cardboard, got it?
Rolling through Colombia, living like a gangster (haha)
Five years back I was rolling as an immigrant (real)
The story changed, millionaire and singer (go)
I moved ahead and the numbers keep climbing (pa-pa-pa)
From the savings account without knowing what saving means
I come from the hood, I come from the block (what?)
Light one up and I start to fly, positive vibes like solar
If tomorrow I go to Spain, your girl’s gonna love it
Hitting on these Belindas, they call me Christian Nodal, man (ey, I was here before all this, dude)

I started selling weed in packs of a hundred
And whenever they called me, I showed up, all good
Until one day they got me, the feds caught me
They took my weed and my money too
I won’t deny it, I was really bummed out
I let it go, focused, then I blew up
Record labels were calling: Please, sign here
And I said yes for millions of dollars
But I don’t get the life you have
Better learn to work and hustle
Let me celebrate with the people I started with
And I call up the three girls I kissed yesterday
It’s Friday the 13th, you get me, right?
My fortune’s growing, no matter who it bothers
Pure BCS, the fish are getting fat (ey)
My team beats you, I’m the shit, let’s go (ey)

We started from the bottom, from zero back in the block
Trying to survive and stay afloat
Surrounded by trouble, but with my eyes on the sky
The goal was to turn talent into cash (yeah)
Everyone knows me since there was nothing
And I earned what I have with talent and humility (ay)
Because God gave me this gift from my mom’s womb (yeah)
Even if some are against me and want to slice it away
I keep hustling, thinking all year about tomorrow (ah)
Smoking a blunt full of weed
I grew up in a dangerous neighborhood where ten died a week
And what I have is already profit because I never had anything
I’m flying in a plane, I don’t know where I’m headed
If I want, I go to D-F or land in Baradero
Because my problem isn’t money anymore
It’s finding loyal love and also sincere friends (ay)
And I keep my eyes open because many want to suck it
Since I was little I don’t trust, I’ve always been a lunatic and bad
Anyone who crashes the car, we gift them bullets
Those who don’t know God pray to any piece of shit

Uy, Ovi
Hey, haha
Alemán
Make it real, Neutro Shorty
Venezuela
Alemán
Mexico
Ovi (Cuba)
Keeping it real
Sincerely, The Bosses with The Bosses
The dude from the block
Of course
Alien Light, bitch
Ovi (trr)
Tell me, High, haha
Mix
Controlling the controllers
Here in Miami, 305
The flag
Rooster
The Cuban flock, nigga