BALENCIAGA

And me too
I like to control the whole process
But a while back, someone close opened my eyes
They made me realize that no matter how much I believe
That everything's in my head
There are some ideas I'll never have
And that what comes from outside can sometimes be more interesting
Than what we have inside
And that was a revelation

I left as a young buck, like Balenciaga
It's hard to ditch the black when everything's Prada
I measure the words I say like they’re too much
Art is money, like C. Tangana says
I'm the first hot Canary in the scene
I was living off the cash before the fame
When I wrote Piel de Cordero, I was still grinding
When I dropped Cayó la Noche, they were calling for a hit

I’m not gonna name names
But I’ll drop the M from LPGC for TNF, like the cartels
Doing double flips with the papers (talk)
They brought us four and we flipped it to like nine
Dude, I got rich at 19
Little bitch, I feel like Eladio
Used to be in La Montañeta, now I rap in stadiums
The day they get me, I’m gonna blow up the radio
I’m watching my step so I never cry over a failure
I stay quiet, that’s why I know even more
Bro, everyone here is wild
Even I’ll light it up if the fly is mine (grrr)
Izak, we really needed that, huh
To give them a cold shower
And show that the industry is yours and mine, brother
Hold on, they don’t talk to the Sergio from before
Put on your gloves
For the bitches, hold on
If you wanna keep moving forward
Put on your gloves
Look for patterns, hold on

Ya-ya-ya they don’t talk to the Sergio from before
Put on your gloves for the bitches-bitches-
If-if-if you wanna keep
Put on your gloves (talk)
Bu-bu-busca pautas, aguanten

A thousand composers, ten thousand companies need
To match the bars that are in my head, brother, yeah
At my pace, I’m not taking that
I don’t care if they marginalize me and kick me off the table
I cook it solo, I eat it solo
I roll with the best, sleep solo
I write solo, I’m really the shit, brother
Put in the credits on Spoti the name of who writes for you
The tracks are good but you don’t take off or add anything
I’ve got the studio and the techniques down
I’ll brush you off like ten Dominicans
If I want, you disappear from the map like it’s nothing
God forbid the 40 wakes up all hyped

Like Balenciaga
It’s hard to ditch the black when everything's Prada
I measure every word like it really matters
Art is money, like C. Tangana says
I’m the first hot Canary in the scene
I was living off the cash before the fame
When I wrote Piel de Cordero, I was still grinding
When I dropped Cayó la Noche, they were calling for a hit
Brother, pss

Ya-ya-ya they don’t talk to the Sergio from before
Put on your gloves for the bitches-bitches-
If you wanna keep, put on your gloves
Bu-bu-busca pautas, aguanten

And that was a revelation