Miel

(Yeah, Yeah)
(Yeah, Yeah)
(From the streets to the streets)

Yeah

Sipping on a drink with my wild dog
Don't turn around 'cause we’re about to drop a few trips
I’m giving it my all, want to cash in the prize
We came from the bottom, better get yourselves out

I wanna clear my mind, I'm tired of the fools
Chillin' with my crew, we’re broke but we survive
I’m hitting the studio, recording with the homies
Counting all the vibes on the track, everything that we live

This is my grind
Dropping a few tracks
Even if it ain’t reggaeton, your girl still shakes it
No way they’re keeping me on a leash
I’m that stray dog who’s always in a fight
No one can humiliate me
I’ll share the struggle
I had food to eat but not for sneakers
Making it to the end of the month with just some boiled tea and tortilla
Smoking a blunt that I lit with a lighter

I don’t think about falling
I wanna stack up hundreds
I’m smoking on that honey
A couple grams, I think I overdid it
Yeah
I don’t think about falling
I wanna stack up hundreds
I’m smoking on that honey
A couple grams, I think I overdid it
('I’m on another vibe')

('I’m gonna, oh)
From saying to doing, I’m bouncing base to base
Walking straight, no fear of failure
If it’s tight, I just sketch it out
If it’s filler with mattresses, I sketch out the missteps
And being afraid was never my style
For those times I wrote but didn’t record you
For when I went to rescue you but couldn’t find you
The glass is half full and not much ice, you know?
'Cause I always love to go hard against the wall

I walk through hexes and snakes
With empty pockets and nugs in my teeth
I feel like I’m staring in the mirror
Frowning as I point right at you

She wanted RKT and I wanted her to recover
But it’s always the same old story, you know?
I don’t even stress, I only do it in these samples
I’m high and in my zone, let them go at it

I don’t think about falling
I wanna stack up hundreds
I’m smoking on that honey
A couple grams, I think I overdid it
Yeah

Tomato diet, fake roast cut
I missed you babe, I was just feeling high
I know it’s my fault that you’re mad
I’m just looking for an excuse to be out of it
No face, low profile, Oney1 is high
Moving to the rhythm while I let my desires flow
What’s this curse they put on me?
I’m tired of finding you always in other fools' eyes
Heavy stuff
I never chilled with rats or lazy mice
It was never about the money or wanting girls
And if you spoke about mine, I didn’t even hear
(Ah, ah)

The kids know we’re the real ones in the game
Our tracks bump hard and rap is feeling the impact
They wanna enter the circle, but don’t get it twisted
With my crew, there are codes that we take to the grave
I don’t think about falling
I wanna stack up hundreds
I’m smoking on that honey
A couple grams, I think I overdid it
I don’t think about falling
I wanna stack up hundreds
I’m smoking on that honey
A couple grams, I think I overdid it
Yeah