ROSARIO

I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
We're black cats, bringing bad luck our way
Kiss my rosary
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

'Cause I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
Walk a mile in my shoes, bite my lips, okay?
Lone wolf
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

I can't be the King of Pop and also the Gray Kid
It's Saint George or the dragon
You gotta pick a side, kid
They taught me to win so I could share with my kin
Eating quietly and going back for seconds again

Today, I'm at Fashion Week, lighting up a Tangerine
With a devil in Prada but she ain't Meryl Streep
One day I'm on stage, the next I wanna die
I'm a clay bird, about to melt and cry

Business in Medallo, far from Madrid
I think of my mom and all the pain I made her live
If she endured it, what the hell you gonna say?
Thorns and roses to get here today

I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
We're black cats, bringing bad luck our way
Kiss my rosary
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

'Cause I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
Walk a mile in my shoes, bite my lips, okay?
Lone wolf
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

I made 10 grand, my cousin dropped a kilo
Fucking lowlifes hooked on the dough
Tarantino blood
It's all about fate, you know

We keep tripping on the same stone, repeating the show
When there was no Gucci or Versace in the wardrobe
With health and love, we were millionaires, bro
I wish the best for all my foes, though

I've always been love, religion, recycled
Lighting a candle that looks like a shrine, so vital
The studio parking lot, cars from the dealership
Every day packages, even if it's not my birthday trip

Full of dates, I go without a calendar
Closed circle, binary code, no middlemen, no planner
You're all about the money 'cause you're a mercenary
I love what I do, cousin, I'm not a secretary
Yesterday a squatter, tomorrow a stadium

'Cause I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
We're black cats, bringing bad luck our way
Kiss my rosary
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

'Cause I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
We're black cats, bringing bad luck our way
Kiss my rosary
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark

'Cause I grew up in the hood, hustling every day
Walk a mile in my shoes, bite my lips, okay?
Lone wolf
To those who raised us without a muzzle
We like to bark