Original lyrics

EN

It's your my babe or my enemy? Will you ride? Or die? Or run and tell the feds on me? Had to learn to stretch a dollar Like a limousine I was working in the kitchen With no recipe I got locked up in the county They ain't let me leave Open cases shipped me off when I was 17 I was really fighting 25 at 23 Like, I been on the run If we see it we gon' take it from him Nah, I ain't been to court I think that shit for dorks I just robed the plug I ain't talking 'bout a cord I'm in hell's kitchen I ain't talking 'bout to forks My bitch like cranbulay Me pide cosas al pedo Me pide cosas que no puedo Saco cosas del basurero Saco sal, del salero Le pone tiempo al madrugero Le pone falda al faldero Le pone excusas al descansero Le pongo un 1, al cero My bitchie like cranbulay Todo el dia Jugando a la play My bitchie like cranbulay Te saco pasta pra que cocines No bardee, pero si cocine Ando cooking, rapeando, to' los dias del mes Se que le gusto, pero no me anime Sos re depre, no te desanimes Es re Virgo, mira anime Si sale de su casa no lo podes ver Yo no soy Superman, no es mi deber A los que me descansan yo los quiero ver (quiero ver) The truth is, I don't know you Like I ever used to Faces I can't see through Buried right in plain view