Los de Verdad

The Real Ones

A simple relief for these guys, I'm the wolf
I'm my own gang, we made it logo
No one sees the sacrifice, only the achievement
I'm made of layers like the ogre

From the heart is how I act, damn lukewarm, here comes the bull
I bring pure rap in my pores, bar by bar we measure ourselves, chorus by chorus
Your producer is the one who rules, kid, you don't even set the tone
A monkey around my neck, not in my right mind like Sara Connor

We spread it across all cities
I started to stand out and therefore rivalries
Were born, they wanted me at all costs without being a beach guy
They felt like shit, then I saw how they fell

Rapper and athlete, double life, Bruno Diaz
Everything was fucked up, don't believe it, there were days like that
Everyone thirsts for glory, no one can stand the drought
For her, I lost my way, not even following on Insta

Some use me as a guide, say my actions motivate
But behind the curtain, I know they don't see my features
Tired and even high, I made my best creations
They throw at me but look, I'm immune to injuries

They rap without filter, I only listen to pop
Nothing against that genre but that's not hip-hop
Know what the fuck it sounds like to hit and be the top
I see them desperate, but oh well, I throw Love

I mind my own business, that's why it's been given to me
Mouth shut, that's why I carry a padlock
I don't talk too much, unlike all those who have barked
Each verse is sacred, for each line is sacred

Where are those who said I couldn't, where are they?
The one who said she loved me, where is she?
I'm sounding in the street with the real ones
Real rappers
Where are those who said I couldn't, where are they?
The one who said she loved me, where is she?
I'm sounding in the street with the real ones
Real gangsters

Little rapper, what about you, what about you, what about you
If you've been on the bench since you were twenty-something
I made it to the final, won it and didn't even practice
I got away with it, like a rocket

In my twenties, I get rich with a shovel and pickaxe
At my age, you were probably burning your own CDs
The best like Vico because I practice all day
I have my connections with Venetians and Ticos

My car, my studio, my jewelry, it's all mine
My people, my neighborhood, my family, all a nest
Do you understand? I'm not part of your circus
What's too big for you is already too small for me

Do you understand? Things as they are
I'm in my movie, Sylvester Stallon
I'm the one who sold candy in the classroom
I always had the gift for business

Touch wood, I'm no longer a rookie
I found a way, the shotgun killed the duck
Your girl is looking for me, she wants me to be her man
She wanted me to follow her, I told her I don't have the data, bitch

Hey, I come representing V R
Read carefully, it says Burberry on the closure
3 million just in this closure
In Mexicali, they'll take you out for me

Where are those who said I couldn't, where are they?
The one who said she loved me, where is she?
I'm sounding in the street with the real ones
Real rappers
Where are those who said I couldn't, where are they?
The one who said she loved me, where is she?
I'm sounding in the street with the real ones
Real gangsters