LARGA VIDA (part. Micro TDH, Jeeiph, Big Soto y ADSO)

(Listen up, dude, haha)

Five titans, one voice
Five years giving them a head start
None have been able to knock us off the top
It’s not just talent, it’s who works the hardest

Jeeiph says it
With Micro, with ADSO, with Pimp and Big Soto too
May God bless us
And may God bless you all, amen

May God bless my life
May I never run out of cash
God bless my ladies
Long live my crew
May I never run out of cash
Long live, long live

Some love me, others are jealous
I’m thinking about buying the Margiela set
Tell the twins I’m heading to Chile to tear it up from Venezuela
Check my flow and my style, I’ve hacked the system, oh, oh
Getting a lot of millions, that’s my only problem
Since I’ve got a lot of good music

I’m off to Spain to record a couple of tracks (damn)
I’m feeling strategic, changing the future, forgetting the pain
Chains or hoes, nothing fills me up (nothing fills me up)
And having what’s mine, you’d wish you could (you’d wish you could)
Long live those bastards, so they can envy my career for life

My lyrics are sharp, I feel like Willie Colón, like Pedro Navaja
Leave your ladies paying, we can wreck the place
This is real Venezuela, a trap
I always make noise and leave my mark

Where I walk, I leave the smoke
Like I’m burning rubber
I won’t let it fall (no), they want to see me fall (yeah)
There’s always a smile on my face and you’re expressionless, Mona Lisa

A lot of light, there’s a lot of recognition
Few awards on the shelf
The love on the street is worth more than a Grammy
The support from the hood is what gives me value

May God bless my life
May I never run out of cash
God bless my ladies
Long live my crew
May I never run out of cash
Long live, long live

Look at the clock, tick-tock, dodging the cops in zigzag
I break it into four, Kit Kat, worth two point, I’m Shaquille O'Neal
Pretty Flacko smiled with the grills
In chill mode, it’s not the picks’ fault

Looking for cash outside of the deals
Don’t stare too much, I get hostile
Your girl puts my track on her Reels
They’re acting tough, but it’s not for real

Three minutes you take to lie
Three minutes and you can’t make her moan
Three bastards want to see me die
Three shots and you didn’t see it coming
Your life or mine, no need to decide
Real nigga, moving forward, no feel

Some people are crazy just because they open their mouths
They end up eating flies, sounds: Po-po-po-po
But it always happens, they ask who did it
And people don’t respond, they act clueless

Those who walk seriously are few
I come from the streets, I have a broken heart
Breaking the beat like I break the toto’s
I’m waiting for the day I win the lotto

So you can see how I roll, how I flex
I’m gonna buy a village to light a fireplace
A boss who works with the DEA
But with the one from the bottom, you know how to hustle

Alejandro, babe, is getting the homework done
And they’re smart, they don’t cause me trouble
‘Scared’, ‘scared’, I can smell the diarrhea
Stick around to see how an ass gets kicked

May God, may God bless my life
May I never run out of cash
God bless my ladies
Long live my crew (listen up, dude, ey, ey)
May I never run out of cash
Long live, long live