El precio del poder

(How do I know you’re not a snitch too?)
(I’ve never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it)
(All I have in this life are my balls and my word, and I don’t break them for anyone)

(RVFV, 503 MAFFIA)

With the Rolex on my wrist, it got wet, but in the end, I left her dry
Making dirty money, but not selling butter
We stand firm, let him slip if he tries it
I got brothers, man, I don’t have a clique

Sounding fresh, hitting the beat, I’m the real deal
I’ve been on a roll for a while, I can’t be stopped
My lyrics hit hard like thunder on the ground
I’m inside your body like a dream

I’m not a gunslinger, but if you touch what’s mine
I’ll pull out my balls and shit gets real
Since we were kids, we’ve been set on this
Whoever crosses the line has to leave the body in pain

And tell me, babe, what do you want me to sing?
I made this for the real ones, for the gangsters
I’d die for my family, I’m with mine all the way
Being real in a genre full of fakes

Bang, bang, the traitors out
Now we’re hitting the road
Whoever wants to roll with me, but against me, good luck
Let the snitches die who cooperate with the blues (snitch)

(I’m looking for what’s mine-oh-oh-oh
Mine oh-oh-oh, mine-oh-oh-oh, mine oh-oh-oh)

I’m looking for what’s mine
I made money and multiplied it
This emptiness won’t fill
I want money, I don’t want love anymore
I’m looking for what’s mine
I made money and multiplied it
This emptiness won’t fill
I want money, I don’t want love anymore

Like a soldier, I always go straight for the target
Many love you for what’s in your bank
They think they’re narcos just for sniffing powder
I grew up wanting to get my mom out of the hood

I have no rivals, my flow is legendary
I do what’s necessary, I multiply the salary
They look at me with bad vibes, but they like my style
Because they can’t compare to the two fools

On the track, I feel like Ilia in the octagon
Every track I drop hits harder than the last
Trafficking with music, they’re hooked on the drug
These bastards can’t reach me, only God can

I’m in the top ten, criminal lyrics
While I smoke another blunt, I spit quality
You guys make it up, ours is reality
There’s no double face here, it’s the family crew

(I’m looking for what’s mine)

I’m looking for what’s mine
I made money and multiplied it
This emptiness won’t fill
I want money, I don’t want love anymore
I’m looking for what’s mine
I made money and multiplied it
This emptiness won’t fill
I want money, I don’t want love anymore