Ser Yo
Los que me quieren, me quieren por ser yo (oye)
Los que me odian, me odian por ser yo (también)
Los que quisieran que muriera es porque sueñan cómo fuera si pudieran el llegar a ser yo (ya lo sé)
Si me odian, me odian por ser yo (sí)
Si me quieren, me quieren por ser yo (ojalá)
Si un día muero y reviviera, si pudiera yo eligiera en otra vida еl llegar a ser yo
A mis amigos gracias por traicionarme
A mi familia gracias por nunca apoyarme
A mis enemigos les doy gracias (¿por qué?) por inspirarme
A Dios gracias (amén) por ayudarme a levantarme
Por enseñarme a creer pa' que nunca me apendeje
Hoy al mirarme al espejo me digo: Buen día, jefe
Y es que con mi propia voz, hoy soy mi propio boss
Mic check, uno-dos, pasa de la que da tos
Porque yo voy a ser de la manera que sea
Menos de la forma que ustedes quieren que sea
Ahora como vea, siga tirando brea
No cambio porque ya fui, se los dejo de tarea
(¡A mí!)
Los que me quieren, me quieren por ser yo (oh)
Los que me odian, me odian por ser yo (yeah)
Los que quisieran que muriera es porque sueñan cómo fuera si pudieran el llegar a ser yo (ya sé)
Si me odian, me odian por ser yo (por ser yo)
Si me quieren, me quieren por ser yo (por eso mismo)
Si un día muero y reviviera, si pudiera yo eligiera en otra vida el llegar a ser yo
¿Miedo a la muerte?
Ya se fue papá, la abuela, y tengo familia allá arriba (ahí los wacho)
Si me van a tirar, tiren a matar
Y si no, que Jesús te bendiga (neta)
Desde chico me he rodeado de la gente que más quiero (ajá)
Yo siempre he sido rico, solo que hoy tengo dinero
Y desde que hay más dinero, mucho menos vanidades
Mucho menos amigos y muchas más amistades
Navidades en que nos las vimos bien cabronas
Ni pa’ cena, ni pa' Nochebuena, loco, no es broma
Hoy con lo que el C-Kan entona ya me compré dos-tres ranflas perronas
Yo vengo de no tener ni un frijol en la alacena
Y jalar de doce al día por salarios de quincenas
¿Ahora entienden por qué los que me tiran me dan pena?
Yo soy igual que nadie, y eso es lo que me llena (¡Ah!)
Los que me quieren, me quieren por ser yo
Los que me odian, me odian por ser yo
Los que quisieran que muriera es porque sueñan cómo fuera si pudieran el llegar a ser yo
Si me odian, me odian por ser yo (eso quieren)
Si me quieren, me quieren por ser yo
Si un día muero y reviviera, si pudiera yo eligiera en otra vida el llegar a ser yo
Being Me
Those who love me, love me for being me (hey)
Those who hate me, hate me for being me (too)
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me (I know it)
If they hate me, they hate me for being me (yes)
If they love me, they love me for being me (hopefully)
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life
To my friends, thanks for betraying me
To my family, thanks for never supporting me
To my enemies, I thank you (why?) for inspiring me
To God, thank you (amen) for helping me rise
For teaching me to believe so I never get stupid
Today when I look in the mirror, I say: Good day, boss
And with my own voice, today I am my own boss
Mic check, one-two, surpassing the one who coughs
Because I will be in whatever way I want
Except in the way you want me to be
Now as I see fit, keep throwing tar
I don't change because I've already been, I leave that to you as homework
(To me!)
Those who love me, love me for being me (oh)
Those who hate me, hate me for being me (yeah)
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me (I know)
If they hate me, they hate me for being me (for being me)
If they love me, they love me for being me (for the same reason)
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life
Fear of death?
Dad is gone, grandma is gone, and I have family up there (watch over them)
If you're going to shoot me, shoot to kill
And if not, may Jesus bless you (seriously)
Since I was a kid, I've surrounded myself with the people I love the most (uh-huh)
I've always been rich, just that today I have money
And since there's more money, much less vanity
Much fewer friends and many more friendships
Christmases when we had a tough time
Not even for dinner, not for Christmas Eve, man, it's no joke
Today with what C-Kan sings, I've already bought myself two or three cool cars
I come from not having a single bean in the pantry
And working twelve hours a day for biweekly paychecks
Now do you understand why those who throw me down make me feel sorry for them?
I'm the same as anyone, and that's what fulfills me (Ah!)
Those who love me, love me for being me
Those who hate me, hate me for being me
Those who wish I would die is because they dream how it would be if they could become me
If they hate me, they hate me for being me (that's what they want)
If they love me, they love me for being me
If one day I die and come back to life, if I could choose, I would choose to become me in another life