Comida del Espacio (part. Natanael Cano)

(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

Space food, always tough, I never move slow
I'll take a break from the madness, I’m lean now, still throwing punches
Got an Uzi to kill, like ISIS when I attack
In imperial soldier style, with a ballad to sweeten things

In the Porsche GT3, the devil wears Prada, what’s up?
I say it 'cause I know, I bought a few Lambos
And some drops to ease the stress, I live large, what’s up?
Those are what relieve my stress, 'cause I get millions every month

I chill, real Marlboro style, my solid gold chains
Like a mine, I’m racking in millions, and two Cartiers in my jeans
With my eyes all red, feeling intense, going wild

And the party scene is lit, feeling the effects of the pills
I’m feeling like Natasha, washing it down
But it better be double original, like what Pablo Escobar used to roll

I like to keep it ‘80s style, always cruising
In a Mazda RX-7, speeding through the city
I’m pushing it hard, I like to fly high, hey

Even when I’m wild, I’m still keeping my cool
But I’m real smooth, chill, navigating easy
And even with millions, I don’t hold back, hey
I don’t play it safe, the bodyguards roll with me

Got several millions riding on me
A million, if not, I won’t lift a damn finger
Benjamins is what I’m talking about, I maneuver in the sky
High up, my pleasures are women, drugs, money

You’re all fools, millions are what we move
The business keeps generating, and I’m buying Porsches
I got laundered money, also washed cocaine
And let’s keep passing everything to the right with my brothers

I love the party life, don’t stop it, let’s see the sunrise
Hands up, all who’s happy, we’re all vibing big
Compa’ Víctor, bring it out, the green to flow
Fancy truck, gray crank

Space food, always tough, I never move slow
I'll take a break from the madness, I’m lean now, still throwing punches
Got an Uzi to kill, like ISIS when I attack
In imperial soldier style, with a ballad to sweeten things

Space food, always tough, I never slow down
I'll take a break from the madness, I’m lean now, but I’m still throwing punches
Today I look like a thug, rolling in luxury cars
In Tulum, I’m having a blast, the people look hazy

Through Italy and its pleasures, in La Perla, I got two women
At the club, they see me on Fridays
Those who bet on me never lose
In Holland with the crew, all M as it should be
For the Afterlife parties and my music in Dubai

Do I live like a sheikh? I get millions in checks
Gold finishes in the houses, my pants say Valabasas
Cruising on a jet ski in Monaco, there’s money in banks in Switzerland
Richard Mille and Jacob & Co, in a Lambo, the old man took off

The sunrise doesn’t stop, champagne’s getting poured
With me, she doesn’t care, she even started taking washes
A ton of blues with rubber bands on top
A private island on a yacht, I feel on top
And who’s taking this away from me?

Today I got the movie playing loud
Phone ringing, several calls, ring-ring
I don’t stop no matter how much they try
Had the ugliest girl right in front of me

Today I got the movie playing loud
Phone ringing, several calls, ring-ring
I don’t stop no matter how much they try
Had the ugliest girl right in front of me

Space food, always tough, I never move slow
I'll take a break from the madness, I’m lean now, still throwing punches
Got an Uzi to kill, like ISIS when I attack
In imperial soldier style, with a ballad to sweeten things