Vengo de La Brea (part. Jere Klein)

In the street I have friends who
Put their hands in, they act for me

This fool, I don't know what's wrong with him, he doesn't greet me
They want to light a candle for me
And see my wake but it won't happen

Don't come to throw the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
And see that I'm going up
That's why they get jealous

Don't come to cast the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
And see that I'm going up
That's why they get jealous

I am powerful, with my armed crew
They know what happens when we're around
Everywhere

I used to be an ugly duckling, now I'm valued
Thanks to God for having me standing here

I come from the slum, they cast the article of force
But you don't steal
You get dizzy... Because with the
Chorito's token you get caught
When I talk to you in slang

There's no lack of Glock or money
The devil tempted me
But God is waiting for me

There's no lack of Glock or money
The devil tempted me
But God is waiting for me

Tell me where are all those who
Shoot
They know they don't come here
That there's plenty of firepower here

Soon I'll get rich, I see myself as a big shot
We're all underage and we control
Drug trafficking

And look at me now, we're above
With my machine inside the machine
My time has come
Now I change the weather for the fools
I do what I want, I like women
More refined

Ask how I'm doing fine
With my gang we take ketamine
With the street I walk
We set up the dog pound on every corner

Don't come to throw big words
Don't talk about guns
They see that I'm going up that's why
They're so envious

Don't come to cast the bad vibes
Don't talk about guns
They see that I'm going up that's why
They get jealous