Yo Lo Viví (part. Moha The B)
El 50 Cent europeo, nigga
Si no lo veo, no lo creo, nigga
You heard me (you heard me)
Shit, shit
Todo eso yo lo viví
Antes de que mi chaqueta sea Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Mi camino yo lo escribí
Nada gratis en la vida yo recibí
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Criado y nacido en Barcelona
La selva de cemento que parece el Amazonas
He visto al tiempo cómo cambia la' persona'
Y me ha pasado tanto que ya nada me impresiona
Y me di cuenta a los 17
Que el mundo lo controla solamente los billete'
Por eso no creo en la gente que promete
Ni en los que van de chulos pa que otros les respeten
En Barcelona, te lo juro, no tocan mi cara
En Barcelona, te lo juro, mi coro da para
Revoluciono yo en mi barrio como Che Guevara
Y regatean, regatean, pero no te encaran
En Barcelona, ¿quién domina? Dicen 22
¿Y qué calibre es que tú usas? Uso 22
¿Y cuántos caben en tu peine? Caben 22
El Leo usa la Beretta, Nael usa GLOCK
Yo estaba en La Roca, tú estabas en Brians
Mi mente vuelta loca, ¿cuánto' me caerán?
Me siento un idiota, me siento un patán
Me ponen en la sala, me dicen: ¿Dónde están?
La gente se entromete, preguntan: ¿Dónde están?
Te dicen dik' tete, pero te fallaran
Jurando que te quieren y luego se irán
Jurando que ya cambian, si luego seguirán
Y me acuerdo to esa noche que estábamos en la Ap7
Y rezando de no acabar con los grilletes
Y me acuerdo del día de la policía
Y tu madre llorando en la fiscalía
Y recuerdo el día que hicimo doblete
15 años, yo creo que éramos cadetes
Y recuerda cuando tú estabas en la celda
Y pillamos al EPI ese hablando mierda
Todo eso yo lo viví
Antes de que mi chaqueta sea Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Mi camino yo lo escribí
Nada gratis en la vida yo recibí
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Yeh-eh-eh
Yeh-eh-eh
Yeh-eh-eh
I Lived It (feat. Moha The B)
The European 50 Cent, nigga
If I don't see it, I don't believe it, nigga
You heard me (you heard me)
Shit, shit
I lived all that
Before my jacket was Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
I wrote my own path
Nothing in life came for free
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Born and raised in Barcelona
The concrete jungle that looks like the Amazon
I've seen how time changes people
And I've been through so much that nothing surprises me anymore
I realized at 17
That the world is controlled only by cash
That's why I don't trust people who make promises
Or those who act tough to earn respect
In Barcelona, I swear, they don't touch my face
In Barcelona, I swear, my crew's got it
I stir things up in my hood like Che Guevara
And they bargain, they bargain, but they don't confront you
In Barcelona, who runs things? They say 22
And what caliber do you use? I use 22
And how many fit in your clip? 22 fit
Leo's got the Beretta, Nael's got the GLOCK
I was at La Roca, you were at Brians
My mind's going crazy, how many will fall?
I feel like an idiot, I feel like a fool
They put me in the room, they ask: Where are they?
People are nosy, asking: Where are they?
They say they got your back, but they'll let you down
Swearing they care, then they'll bail out
Swearing they've changed, but they'll keep on
And I remember that night we were on the AP7
Praying not to end up in handcuffs
And I remember the day of the police
And your mom crying at the courthouse
And I remember the day we made a double play
15 years old, I think we were cadets
And remember when you were in the cell
And we caught that EPI talking shit
I lived all that
Before my jacket was Louis V
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
I wrote my own path
Nothing in life came for free
Yeh-yeh-yeh, yeh-yeh-yeh, oh
Yeh-eh-eh
Yeh-eh-eh
Yeh-eh-eh