Donde Estabas Tu
(I want to be dead, I want to be fucking)
(Millions made us fucking rich)
(A gangster nigga by your mother by)
(Your grandmother, nigga it's easy)
(It's easy to try, even if it is, easy to try)
(But easy that's real man jers rigth there nigga)
(Nigga let off a whole clip right now in)
(The air shoot anything that's easy to do)
Tu no estaba' cuando Gucci
Quería y no me alcanzaba
Tu no estaba' cuando hambre yo pasaba
Tu no has estado en el proceso
Loji vo no sai' de eso
Y si te pasa con nosotro'
Te volamo' to' los sesos
Tu no estaba' cuando Gucci
Quería y no me alcanzaba
Tu no estaba' cuando hambre yo pasaba
Tu no has estado en el proceso
Toji vo no sai' de eso
Y si te pasa con nosotro'
Te volamo' to' los sesos
Donde estaba' tu cuando
No habían millone' en youtu'
Donde estabas tu cuando
No éramos el plu'
Cuando no habian millone'
Mucho menos los cordone'
Ahora viajo en avione'
Y tengo putas en el club
(Yo) youn' kings nigga
La pistola es mi mejor amiga
Por eso siempre la llevo en la barriga
El menorcito el nene de oro
Ta' matando toa' la liga
Y si fuera to' pagao' bitch
De calle no cantaria
Taba' pescando peine de la glo'
Cuando tu solo pescaba' peine
Por ley en la barberia
Tan' envidiandome porque la calle
Me respalda, siempre hablando boca
Choro hasta con lo' ojo' en la espalda
Somos de calle llevamos el tra'
En las venas, fri' pa' mi hermanos
Que están en la cana cumpliendo
Condena, somos real tra' contamo
Plata y no problema' ahora tengo
A mi mamita llena ya no tiene pena
Tu no estaba' cuando Gucci
Quería y no me alcanzaba
Tu no estaba' cuando hambre yo pasaba
Tu no has estado en el proceso
Loji vo no sai' de eso
Y si te pasa con nosotro'
Te volamo' to' los sesos
Tu no estaba' cuando Gucci
Quería y no me alcanzaba
Tu no estaba' cuando hambre yo pasaba
Tu no has estado en el proceso
Loji vo no sai' de eso
Y si te pasa con nosotro'
Te volamo' to' los sesos
Toy' tomando tanta' pastilla'
Veo borroso to' mi' compañero'
Empistolao' y bajan coso'
Soy la nueva cara del tra'
Cabrón no sea' celoso
1. 7 lifestyle puro' menore' tramposo'
Y pasamo' en auto' europeo'
La glo' son de colore
Loji te bajamo' el deo
La 40 ta' chipea si no
No son quinta no la' quiero'
Cargamo' to' el de 30
En la calle te prendí en fuego
A tu perra no le doy porque le subo el ego
Tengo a los haters ahogao con mi pico
Lo' tengo adicto como al perico
Tengo a mi' parcerito shooters
Que matan to' de chico
Tengo meno año que ustede'
Y me los paso por el pico
Somos de calle llevamos el tra'
En las venas, fri' pa' mi hermanos
Que están en la cana cumpliendo
Condena, somos real tra' contamo
Plata y no problema' ahora tengo
A mi mamita llena ya no tiene pena
Tu no sabe' to' lo que vivimo'
Tu no pasa en la trampa no sabe' que to'
Sufrimo' esta es la vida que nos toca
La calle ta' peligrosa me voy a salvarme
Pa' que mi taita duerma tranquilo
Brr
Brrr
Money Boyss
Ahh
El nene
Seventeen
Hood Rich
Baby ah
La cara del tra' quieran o no quieran
Brrr
Where Were You
(I want to be dead, I want to be fucking)
(Millions made us fucking rich)
(A gangster dude by your mom's side)
(Your grandma, man it's easy)
(It's easy to try, even if it is, easy to try)
(But easy that's real man, just right there dude)
(Dude let off a whole clip right now in)
(The air, shoot anything that's easy to do)
You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out
You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out
Where were you when
There weren't millions on YouTube?
Where were you when
We weren't the crew?
When there weren't millions
Much less the chains?
Now I fly in planes
And I got girls in the club
(Yeah) young kings dude
The gun is my best friend
That's why I always keep it on me
The youngest, the golden boy
Is taking out the whole league
And if it were all paid, bitch
I wouldn't be singing about the streets
I was fishing for a clip of the good stuff
When you were just fishing for scraps
By law in the barbershop
They're envying me because the streets
Back me up, always talking big
I even watch my back
We're from the streets, we carry the hustle
In our veins, cold for my brothers
Who are in jail serving
Time, we're real, we count
Money and no problems, now I got
My mama taken care of, she ain't got no worries
You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out
You weren't there when Gucci
Wanted it and I couldn't reach it
You weren't there when I was starving
You haven't been through the process
You don't know about that
And if it happens with us
We'll blow your brains out
I'm taking so many pills
I see blurry all my buddies
Strapped up and things are going down
I'm the new face of the hustle
Dude, don't be jealous
1.7 lifestyle, pure little hustlers
And we roll in European cars
The good stuff is colorful
We drop you down a peg
The .40's loaded, if not
I don't want the fifth
We load up all the .30's
On the street, I lit you up
I don't give your girl any because it boosts her ego
I got the haters choking on my flow
They're addicted like to the white stuff
I got my little shooters
Who take out everyone since they were kids
I'm younger than you
And I put you in your place
We're from the streets, we carry the hustle
In our veins, cold for my brothers
Who are in jail serving
Time, we're real, we count
Money and no problems, now I got
My mama taken care of, she ain't got no worries
You don't know all that we've lived
You don't hang in the trap, you don't know that we all
Suffered, this is the life we got
The streets are dangerous, I gotta save myself
So my pops can sleep easy
Brr
Brrr
Money Boys
Ahh
The kid
Seventeen
Hood Rich
Baby ah
The face of the hustle, like it or not
Brrr