30 Grados
Y he perdido hermanos que de verdad quería
30 grados, pero sales de casa and the streets are cold ya la acera esta fría
Lo que hablo en la calle, primo, es el día a día, where are from la calle esta prendida
No te despistes, nigga dont sleep puedes morir de camino hacia la panadería
No aceptamos falta de respeto si la faltas solo espera si a que vengan por ti
Damn como eres solo nigga bon appetit, te deje la cara como little petit
But is so good tuve que repetir
Y dejate de besos y amores sin quitarme la Jordans negro se lo meti
El bloque está repleto de secretas, so, pendiente combino my toys
Todos los días jugando con my freedom metales, dinero, you know you ghost
A nadie tratar por nigga but you do it pa' sorprender a esas hoes
Y estas malas ahora quieren llamarme i told her im bussy yeah i been on shows
Feds on my cousin niggas want me dead, Glock imma show them love
Money got low, si pila de menores si que copian mi flows
Still on the streets lo que hago de stream negro lo convierto en dope
Y antes de comprarme este trim me compré una-, like how smooth
Y van a morir por hacerse los gangsters, dejate de movie que sabemos quien eres
And this is the life that i lived, around there for the views nigga ni por mujeres
En el barrio es un loro si llega a los 30 primero te mueres
Y como si fueran policias in the hood te interrogan si no saben quien eres
Y aquí estoy otra vez, por si acaso no les ha llegado el mensaje
Todo un empresario no me visto de traje and this is true life esto no es un montaje
And all of my niggas on junk, no hay ni uno de mi negros que no sea un salvaje
Escucha las mentiras que dicen en sus temas, hermano en el fondo si que me da coraje
Le digo a mi broski que ande con cuidado que the block right now hot like Puerto Rico
Por eso cuando llaman discreto y encima solo llevo si lo que necesito
3. 50 muero antes de hacerme rico sea vendiendo discos o vendiendo perico
Rude block boys yo no sé si cuando canto en esto hermano me explico
Y he perdido hermanos que de verdad quería
30 grados, pero sales de casa and the streets are cold ya la acera esta fría
Lo que hablo en la calle, primo, es el día a día, where are from la calle esta prendida
No te despistes, nigga dont sleep puedes morir de camino hacia la panadería
30 Degrees
And I've lost brothers that I truly cared about
30 degrees, but you leave home and the streets are cold, the sidewalk is already chilly
What I talk about in the street, cousin, is the day-to-day, where I'm from the street is lit
Don't lose focus, dude, don't sleep, you can die on your way to the bakery
We don't accept disrespect, if you lack it just wait for them to come for you
Damn, how you are just a nigga, bon appetit, I left your face like a little petit
But it's so good, I had to repeat
And stop with the kisses and love without taking off my black Jordans, I put it in
The block is full of undercover cops, so, be careful, I combine my toys
Every day playing with my freedom, metals, money, you know you ghost
Don't treat anyone like a nigga, but you do it to surprise those hoes
And these bad girls now want to call me, I told her I'm busy, yeah, I've been on shows
Feds on my cousin, niggas want me dead, Glock, I'm gonna show them love
Money got low, a bunch of minors copying my flows
Still on the streets, what I do from streaming, I turn it into dope
And before buying this trim, I bought a-, like how smooth
They're gonna die trying to be gangsters, stop with the movie, we know who you are
And this is the life that I lived, around there for the views, not even for women
In the neighborhood, it's a parrot, if you reach 30, you die first
And as if they were cops in the hood, they interrogate you if they don't know who you are
And here I am again, in case the message hasn't reached them
A whole businessman, I don't dress in a suit, and this is true life, this is not staged
And all of my niggas are wild, there's not one of my black guys who isn't a savage
Listen to the lies they tell in their songs, brother, deep down it really pisses me off
I tell my broski to be careful, the block right now is hot like Puerto Rico
That's why when they call, discreet, and I only carry what I need
3.50, I'd rather die before getting rich, whether selling records or selling coke
Rude block boys, I don't know if when I sing in this, brother, I explain myself
And I've lost brothers that I truly cared about
30 degrees, but you leave home and the streets are cold, the sidewalk is already chilly
What I talk about in the street, cousin, is the day-to-day, where I'm from the street is lit
Don't lose focus, dude, don't sleep, you can die on your way to the bakery