MOLTISANTI (part. Recycled J)

Dice

The gold in my teeth has worn down my enamel
Gucci on my chest, got an implant in my head
I only have demos, a thousand drafts and masters
In pop, I'm Justin, and on the street, I'm Moltisanti

No one's at the wheel, and no one can pass me
Not a single one can catch me, it's impossible to reach me (yeah)
The difference between real and a copy-paste
It's normal for these ants to get crushed

I know superheroes who don’t show up in Marvel
Like my aunt who beat cancer a couple of times
With sticks and stones, I'm in front of the Panzer
With or without money, my crew's a diamond

When you break it in a park and share it with your homies
You appreciate the best part of art in a different way (wuh-wuh)
But that's a whole other story (ah)
And for philosophy, there's Sartre

The good old days, tapes and Blockbuster
Getting together to rap and get drunk was a cypher
When these influencers weren’t singers
TikTok on the wrist, BeReal from Cypress

The good old days, houses of cards
With crosses and chains even though we weren’t friars
I’m Madrid, Madrid, like El Brillante
Kings in the underground, the ugly ducklings of the pond

I knew I was a man without looking in the mirror
When my old man traded orders for advice
I have no choice but to get serious
Because now it’s my turn to take care of them

I’ll always be a graffiti artist, a coffee guy, and a hustler
Argentinian and Madrilenian, cocky and slick
I was the rapper at recess when it wasn’t cool to be one
And the coolest guy in school is now the town fool

I’m doing push-ups like I’m in prison
And the neighbor hears the noise of my chain on the roof
I’ve earned respect, not with words, but with actions
If you’ve got my back, I’ll step up and take the heat

Sometimes I talk to God, sometimes I go down to hell
No matter how bright the watch, time has no owner
What’s life without love? What’s life without a dream?
Fer is my older brother, Jorge is my little brother (oh-oh)

I never learn from others' mistakes, that’s why I polish my stumbles
And I put them on display like they’re trophies
Pain is my teacher, no one gets tough in good times (oh-oh-oh)

We are what we are, not what we have
Everything we fear makes us brave
Give me one more or take one away
A kiss to Darío, even if we don’t talk

Sons of Ruin

We came in through the back door
Amidst the flashes and screams of the fans (ah)
With hoods and chains, faces covered
I don’t know what’s left of that normal kid

I’ve always been more of a biter than a barker (than a barker)
I don’t swear on my kids even if I’m telling the truth
There are red lines better left uncrossed
Because if it’s for my family, I’d risk my freedom

Playing roulette with six bullets
I don’t have talent, I’ve got a pick and a shovel
Pride of the hood wherever I go
I always head for the hills because I’m the goat (the GOAT)

They think they know me from my lyrics (no)
But you only know what I want you to know (yeah)
We split the track in three (fresh), split the pill in three
And we fly through the sky like a fucking comet

Don’t confuse respect with fear
Courage with price, love with desire (no, no, no)
Those unfortunate souls don’t know the game, ha
They’re so poor they only have money

I miss the summer nights
Improvising drunk with Soukin and Ramos
I listen to Por la Jeta and my hands get cold
We were happy and didn’t even know it.