El Chore (part. Gael Valenzuela)

Sorry for the scars on my body
They show what I am inside
I hit the streets, I started blending in
And with the gangsters, I learned the game

The tricks, and also the weed
I was smoking it all week long
At fifteen, I wanted to make some cash
As a kid, I was always on my bike

Handing out little bags, little by little, I grew
In the neighborhood, like The Chore, they got to know me
I’m tight with those who, since I was a kid, were always here
And I apologize to my parents for everything I’ve done

I never wanted to go to school, never liked it
I preferred to hang out with my crew
Didn’t care if my mom was worried
Now I see the pain I caused her and I regret it

But I did it all for her
So she’d never go without
And now that the tables have turned
She has everything she once dreamed of

Uh!
Here you go, buddy Gael
Just like that, buddy Junior
Straight up $ad Boyz, old school

I’ve always been with the people
Even if I have very few friends
And if someone calls me cocky
It’s because they’ve never really known me

Now, I dress differently
Now, I stand out among the crowd
Money hasn’t changed me
I’m still the same as I’ve always been

Handing out little bags, little by little, I grew
In the neighborhood, like The Chore, they got to know me
I’m tight with those who, since I was a kid, were always here
And I apologize to my parents for everything I’ve done

I never wanted to go to school, never liked it
I preferred to hang out with my crew
Didn’t care if my mom was worried today
I see the pain I caused her and I regret it

But I did it all for her
So she’d never go without
And now that the tables have turned
She has everything she once dreamed of