It's Really True
We're really living what the mf song says, haha
Los Del Puerto, Chubenga
It’s that 209 shit
Te lo voy a poner fácil pinche morrito llorón
Ya no andes de copión ponte a buscar tu estilo
Tu gente bien sabe que no eres de huevos
Te quitaron tu cadena y que no falte ese reloj
No que muy maldito reclamas en tu canción
Ya no andas en tu barrio por andar de hablador
Ay nomas andas queriendo llamar la atención
Ya ni las viejas de hoy hacen tanto pinche show
Sigo ganando fеria de ti ni me acuerdo
Yo rеpaso el cheque con mi gente no como otros
Aprendí a ser realista y siempre di la verdad
Lo que empieza recio, recio también se va terminar
Rásquele compa Romeo, compa Angel-
Wow Piranguita, whole lotta that shit
Yeahh, he's never coming back in that stand, common papa
Es mejor quédense en su rollo
No porque lo hago yo es pa' que tu lo hagas igual
Zapatos de los caros ni los conocías
Ahora que los uso yo eres primero pa’ copiar
Imita lo que quieres y sabemos la verdad
Tu no eres lo que eres por eso te me enojas
Presumiendo las joyas que compró la empresa
Si no fuera por el primero el segundo no tendrás
Ya basta de tanto hablar nunca regresarás
Tu quisiste, no pudiste, ya vas corriendo a Texas
Te lo dije de primera que esa es la verdad
Si tu has visto te me asustarás
Tienes suerte que el compa te dio la puta mano
Antes de eso la neta que yo de ti nunca he escuchado
Sigue manteniendo mi nombre en tu puta boca
Yo mantengo la bolsa y por eso te enojas
No te preocupes por mi si a mi ni me importa
Ya no tienes tu cadena la tiene mi compa (hahau)
Yeah, it's true, it's really fucking true
HP records
De La Calle
Rancho Humilde
They really, really mad, they hella mad
We just winning and that's that
Slap that shit compa Chuy
Oh shit, this bitch still on? Alright go
It's Really True
We're truly living out what the damn song says, haha
Los Del Puerto, Chubenga
It’s that 209 stuff
I'm gonna make it easy for you, damn crybaby
Don't be a copycat, find your own style
Your people know damn well you ain't got balls
They took your chain and don't forget that watch
You claim to be so damn cursed in your song
You're not in your hood anymore 'cause you talk too much
Just trying to get attention
Even the girls nowadays don't make such a damn show
I keep making money, don't even remember you
I cash my check with my people, not like others
I learned to be realistic and always tell the truth
What starts tough, tough it will end
Go for it, Romeo, Angel
Wow Piranguita, whole lotta that stuff
Yeahh, he's never coming back in that spot, come on papa
It's better to stay in your lane
Just 'cause I do it doesn't mean you gotta do the same
You didn't even know expensive shoes
Now that I wear them, you're the first one to copy
Imitate what you want, we know the truth
You're not who you are, that's why you're mad at me
Showing off the jewelry the company bought
If it wasn't for the first one, you wouldn't have the second
Enough talking, you'll never come back
You wanted it, couldn't do it, now you're running to Texas
I told you straight up, that's the truth
If you've seen it, you'll be scared
You're lucky the homie gave you a hand
Before that, honestly, I've never heard of you
Keep my name in your damn mouth
I keep the bag and that's why you're mad
Don't worry about me, I don't care
You don't have your chain anymore, my homie has it (hahau)
Yeah, it's true, it's really damn true
HP records
From the Streets
Rancho Humilde
They're really, really mad, they're hella mad
We're just winning and that's it
Slap that stuff, Chuy
Oh shit, this chick still going? Alright, go