Princesas Rosas

I’m about to break the blunt
Listening to the beat
Just tripping while I smoke a joint
Eyes wide open if you walk through the city
Dude, around here, a little bit comes free
You, you’re a punk on a shitty beat
And I’m a banger like the hair of a diva
And I, I do what I know
And I know damn well who turns my life into a couple of lines
Safe, just in case
Kid, leave the park
Pay your dues
Let’s take it step by step, I owe, I conceive from yesterday, I’m going
I’m eating the curb if I race with my boys
Like a homeless guy, starving
You know, little faith, faith
And pass me the clipper, give it to me without a taste
I make the change
I switch the stone, bro, don’t get mad
Napa, plug in the gadget
And shave me, so it shows
Don’t think I’m a show-off
And pompadour
Forgive me
How many times did you hear it wrong
And sacrificing myself again, every weekend my end
I just ask the prosecutor to read it again
The judge didn’t believe me, and we’ll have to hit the bar
And at the bar
One more beer, look how I come back
Give me that blunt, man, the dog’s loose
Never had fans
I have no charm
With Yago in the headphones, feeling like rap is back
And by the way
Fuck the police
I smoke the orange diesel
It inspires my poetry
For my kelly, day by day
Citations, serious face
Remember our story written, not in their gallery

It’s ironic that you laugh, girl, at an Indian girl
Her dad asks for meters, dumbass, not the Bankia bar
And I
In the subway, in sweats, I write another line
The rich girls look at us and say: Smells like weed
You’ll see
I toast with a black girl, not champagne
The twists of your hand and your dress at the fair
The road is long and the old ladies look at us funny
I end up in any doorway leaving my crew’s mark
And they act like little rappers, but the kid
Doesn’t look for it in the little park
From the little park they sell Nico, the rum isn’t cash
And it’s enough that you, your rich kid, don’t rush the fair
Around here that’s liked like the little chat fitnasta
And until I get fed up, I’m gonna pull a Trojan horse on you
With my crew and a bottle and she’s a total maiden
If when the necklace shines
I hold my chin
It gets me high
Doesn’t shut up, damn
I smoke the fourth blunt and I think like them
I don’t believe their stories, I think something’s gonna blow
Since I was a kid in my park I saw sparks
Dude, you’re the cockiest for three whores and a pool table
What little to envy and what to deal with the napurna
If we grew up tough, don’t come to bribe
I keep the hash
I take the curve
What a murky blue light
I hit the turbo and go

Beautiful, I’m not one of those who kiss
In my story, there are no princesses, joints and pink pills, I
Knew damn well the cup of Tchouameni
Bam, this is Madrid
Go out there and change things
I started from a park where we didn’t lack a trailer
And it wasn’t the one we needed, Friday was shit and that’s that
With a badge in art like day bread
Here, from the little path, it looked better on the side
My lyrics to smoke tanjer, or
For the one who paints a train
For the one who ate in the barracks
For the one who made him run in vain
Mom, I’m late, I’m with Bel
The blind on the curb, coming back tandem from yesterday
Under the rain and every weekend
Tell me, and today who defends?
Who defines the same old?
Narrates their childhood in samples
Going down to the Canaries in December
A hit of 15 to not lose the customs