It's sad how you ended up sucking on the pork fame since you started Now that no one wants you on their side, since you didn't earn fame sucking Bitch, now you try to throw it away, you didn't succeed doing rap You tried with reggaeton, with trap, you need to try bachata to see if you get a shot But tell him, the problem is not the style you sing The problem is you, you don't have style You say you laugh at me because of the youtuber, you're very brave Let's see if you laugh at me when you get hooked in private You play the faggot, I go in front There was already someone after I hooked him, he rectified publicly And you shoot, and you think the shooting range is hard And the only thing you shoot is your prestige to the trash You are very neighborhood, but you have moved from yours Because everyone knows that you are a proud rat where you live in Calella You say you are going to buy a house for your mom and you still live in hers And the people you have with you, fools, only suck your dick today Like you did to the pig yesterday, so they will leave You're going to have to be serious when you see that you have to work in life And there is no other remedy, I don't know why you named me if we didn't see each other a couple of times But well, fools only say bull*** I don't care if I give you fame, four days, honestly Because fame is a time, but respect forever And you lost it, you saw your own people in front of you Using a beat without reason to get listeners You got angry because I didn't give you a signal to make a song Because I'm in my life, I have things and problems There are people with whom I have issues that we never make concrete And I don't get angry with them, like a spoiled child Or besides, you're nothing of mine, kid, don't name me anymore Get into your music, not the others' If I'm done, rectify it, I hope you understand You only have two options after doing that *** One is to apologize, to say that it was a warm-up That you feel disrespectful to me and that this is a lesson Or answer me like the one from invention after invention Stay in front of all of Spain like a faggot You say you laugh at me, fool, now it's clear That's a lie until you do it in my face If you're such a man, you say you laugh at me I'll pay you a trip to Galicia to see if you laugh here What are you going to tell me now? That my gold is a lie That what I say in songs is a lie That the one who sells it doesn't say it, the usual nonsense That I'm a nobody and that people hit me But if I sell my gold, you'll eat three years and a bit I bought a house without a job, but I don't traffic Inventing four stories, discrediting what I'm worth But you all ask me to make a song, deep down it's for a reason So say whatever you want, you know everything about me Make peace like a man or die like a Mongol You'll say whatever you want, so listen If you throw me out, I won't even answer you I'll tell Blessed to *** you Suck the dick of all the rappers who lie in their songs And you're storytellers who never went hungry No problem if you live by singing, yes And give a public image that is uncertain And you don't have affection for the people who support you That you don't want more than fame I keep doing this with the illusion of the beginning Talking about me, talking about what's happening to me Talking about the truth, a rapper has to talk about the truth And when they don't have anything to say, shut up Because it's obvious that you don't feel the music or anything A bunch of hoodlums, I *** them like an orgy The panorama will be yours, yes, but the street is mine