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Real Ones

Cyril Kamer

Reales

Solo el de arriba sabe todo lo que yo viví
Los medios siempre están hablando mierda sobre mí
Ninguno ve mis cicatrices ni lo que sufrí
Free to' mis panas que ya nunca vuelven a salir

Si me dejo matar, mi madre se va a quedar sola
Por eso, esa noche llevábamos la pistola
Los códigos son los que son, y nunca se violan
No se vende ni un hermano ni por un millón dе dólar

Somos del barrio, pero soñamos fuera dеl barrio
Mi sueño era que pudieran llenar un estadio
No me imaginé que volvería al penitenciario
En mi celda escuchaba Cinderella en la radio

Y es verdad que es aburrida esta soledad
Pero la soledad a mí nunca me traicionará
Debe' frenarte y preguntarte quién es de verdad
Verás la realidad, ninguno es real

Ahora yo solo me muevo con los pocos reales
Tengo gente que me quiere, gente que no me vale
Sola mi madre lloraba delante de los fiscales
Los que dicen que sí son, no son originales

Ahora yo solo me muevo con los pocos reale'
Tengo gente que me quiere, gente que no me vale
Sola mi madre lloraba delante de los fiscale
Los que dicen que sí son, no son originale', eh-eh

La gente aplaude a famosillos que llevan careta
Y a mí me odian porque yo nunca la llevo puesta
Yo nunca soy un queda bien, ya saben cómo soy
No voy a cambiar yo ni mañana, ni ayer, ni hoy

Y es verdad que he tomado malas decisiones
Pero si te doy mi zapato, tú no te lo pones
Venimo' de muchos problemas, pocas solucione'
Seguimo' haciendo más dinero, money con cojone'

Gracia' a Dio' que me dio el talento de la melodía
Si no fuera así, no sé de mí qué sería
Estaba mal, nigga, I was really, really down, nigga
A lot of money on my account, nigga

Ahora yo solo me muevo con los pocos reales
Tengo gente que me quiere, gente que no me vale
Sola mi madre lloraba delante de los fiscales
Los que dicen que sí son, no son originales

Ahora yo solo me muevo con los pocos reale'
Tengo gente que me quiere, gente que no me vale
Sola mi madre lloraba delante de los fiscale
Los que dicen que sí son, no son originale', eh-eh

Real Ones

Only the one above knows everything I lived through
The media is always talking shit about me
None of them see my scars or what I suffered
Free all my friends who will never come out again

If I let myself be killed, my mother will be left alone
That's why, that night we were carrying the gun
The codes are what they are, and they are never violated
Not even a brother is sold for a million dollars

We're from the neighborhood, but we dream outside the neighborhood
My dream was for them to fill a stadium
I never imagined I would return to prison
In my cell, I listened to Cinderella on the radio

And it's true that this loneliness is boring
But loneliness will never betray me
You must stop and ask yourself who is real
You'll see the reality, none are real

Now I only move with the few real ones
I have people who love me, people who are not worth it
Alone, my mother cried in front of the prosecutors
Those who say yes are not original

Now I only move with the few real ones
I have people who love me, people who are not worth it
Alone, my mother cried in front of the prosecutors
Those who say yes are not original, eh-eh

People applaud little famous ones who wear a mask
And they hate me because I never wear one
I'm never a people pleaser, they already know how I am
I'm not going to change, not tomorrow, not yesterday, not today

And it's true that I've made bad decisions
But if I give you my shoe, you don't put it on
We come from many problems, few solutions
We keep making more money, money with balls

Thanks to God who gave me the talent for melody
If it weren't for that, I don't know what I would be
I was in a bad place, nigga, I was really, really down, nigga
A lot of money on my account, nigga

Now I only move with the few real ones
I have people who love me, people who are not worth it
Alone, my mother cried in front of the prosecutors
Those who say yes are not original

Now I only move with the few real ones
I have people who love me, people who are not worth it
Alone, my mother cried in front of the prosecutors
Those who say yes are not original, eh-eh

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