Sangre y Fe (part. Quevedo)

Blood and Faith (feat. Quevedo)

God chose us for reasons I don't know yet
He put a weight on us that can only be carried with blood and faith
He also protects us from bad energies

When I feel lost, there's always something that guides me
The heartbeat of my island telling me it's time to come back
Yeah-eah-eah, yeah-eah-eah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

I'm going to be a millionaire without closing a deal
And what they offer is not who knows how many thousand
And I don't spend money, only on music videos
To reach the top, I never had a team

My money, daddy, I earned and invested
There was never another option, it was always all-in
I was studying, I was also a bricklayer
And now everyone asks: Pedro, how it feels?

Myke already blessed me, the new Young Kingz
Bags of gelato and they're not for me
They're to celebrate another victory of the team
Smoking at the top of the VIP

My catalog, daddy, has no skips
I feel like Mike, I have six rings
If I wink at you, it's not because I have a tic
It's because I want to see you with nothing on

I already have more than I imagined I would have
Living off music, I didn't suppose that
I was already making money before knowing what royalties were
I have a team, not a company

In the hangovers they always keep me company
Sound Latino in Spanish, sorry it was my fault
Baby, my bad
Sorry if you don't like me

But I was born with the muse lit and the soul empty
Canarias the new Masia
When I retire, the island mourns
But I swear, with the industry lit
We started with nothing, baby, you know it's for real

Don't raise your tone
Mommy, I'm the king, there won't be anyone to take me off the throne
In the island they call mom: Vane, you gave birth to an icon
I depend on myself to win, I feel in the octagon, Conor
I don't want to be at the top alone, I don't want to be at the top alone

Mommy, I'm the king, there won't be anyone to take me off the throne
In the island they call mom: Charo, you gave birth to an icon
I depend on myself to win, I feel in the octagon, Conor
I don't want to be at the top alone, I don't want to be at the top alone

2014, we were broken
As a co-pilot in Choco's Peugeot
Listening to Nestakilla and talking about girls
The valve almost left us dumb, I
I almost stopped rapping that August

That's why it's crazy that like us
Now there are kids in a 208
With this on and going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
I could be from Helsinki for the finesse I have
Shit, your boyfriend peaked in the tuto and now he's a cop

Haters, they're just drama queens
I ignore them while cleaning the kicks
They have no clique and no family
They had company and I made them hostile

Self-published, we're signed with ourselves
I don't spend more than necessary but because everything is effective
I'm in the bands like a small forward
Niche perfumery: Oud and leather

With a retro jersey parked in the Benzo
I roll it, press it, watch your video and think: Fuck
What did you do to your barber, bro? He's getting revenge
If you apologize and suck my dick
You can come to our side
My run is like scoring from the logo
And if you're going to doubt my achievements
Ts-ts-ts-ts, ey-ey-ey-ey

Fuck, lower my tone
Mommy, I'm the king, there won't be anyone to take me off the throne
In the island they call mom: Charo, you gave birth to an icon
I depend on myself to win, I feel in the octagon, Conor
I don't want to be at the top alone, I don't want to be at the top alone

Mommy, I'm the king, there won't be anyone to take me off the throne
In the island they call mom: Vane, you gave birth to an icon
I depend on myself to win, I feel in the octagon, Conor
I don't want to be at the top alone, I don't want to be at the top alone

Quevedo with Cruzzi, bro
From eight, to eight
LPGC, you know
From eight, to eight
922
From eight, to eight
928
From eight, to eight
922 (yeah), yeah