Forward I go like a lancer using my inkwell when I want
Enduring downpours and a mess coming out of nowhere from zero
Since I was a kid, I wanted to be known worldwide
But I thought it was just dreams, illusions
Hopes lost among those alleys I once walked
And today they inspire my songs, songs that position me among the best
They prefer to go viral and be informers, snitches, the street is for men with guts
They can lie to the public and also in their songs
But I am endorsed by the real ones, not the backstabbers
A few turned against me, but I've been facing it for years, and that can't be bought
I owe nothing to anyone, only to Mario Acosta
And to Almighty God who freed me from these boots, man
I am the limit of the limit of the limit
Since I was a three-year-old kid, I've dressed with limits
Since I battled in the square with the titans
Who forged what freestyle is today, or did you forget?
They are underestimating me, I'm in my corner laughing
Like a lady, then they go around badmouthing me
That's why they got stuck envying me
That's why I'm at the top and still backing myself
Your audience is made up of my haters
And from that side, you're totally screwed
Even if they all get together and become my cheerleaders
They won't change the positions, don't measure yourself against the leader
The plan didn't work for them, I don't mention them
As always, I ignore them, I use that time
To release other songs that sell like rice
An intelligent mind is worth more, I won again
If I'm a scammer, a Josel, that's my knack
I killed it in Madrid and several states in Spain
Ten people will see you, who are you fooling?
They blame me for their failure, how long with their tricks?
It hurts whoever it hurts, Neutro exists in Venezuela
I'm the favorite voice of buildings and favelas
We all recognize here what your problem is
That you hit the girls but don't hit a track
You're starving, and everyone in their business
Uh, I don't give a fuck, the pussies who call me dirty
Whenever I face the beat, I'm clear that I abuse it
These bastards don't sound even if they record an album in Russian
Who told you I can't rap? Listen to my punchlines
I can kick your ass even in a freestyle
But it's not worth reviving the dead
You can't even fill a concert by paying the audience

I roll my feeling, light them up, and take two hits
These bastards hate me and want to be like me
Thank you, Holy Father, for everything that happened to me
Even if they take my life, they'll never silence my voice
Talk about me to see if you make two pesos, three pesos, and keep at it
In the end, we will all end up in the bone, I'm real even if those toads deny it
Talk about me to see if you make two pesos, three pesos, and keep at it
In the end, we will all end up in the bone, I'm real even if those toads deny it

They act intellectual, but they don't fool me
I'm the goat that pees the most and came to give them homework
The one who surfs the wave and believes it however
Enough of videos, listen to how the leader raps
I do freestyle 24-7, you're at a low level
This plague gets into you through the ass
Respect because I have what I have because of my work
Nothing changes even if they wear girls and dance samba
I came down with the grau and the monolithic silencer
Warson prr, bitch, you end up paralyzed
Don't act mature signing an analytical one
You're liars and show-offs like politicians
God bless the guild because now we're winning
When we used to be skinny, super malnourished
We've always been simple, black, I've never changed
In this game, the one who got stuck, got stuck

I roll my feeling, light them up, and take two hits
These bastards hate me and want to be like me
Thank you, Holy Father, for everything that happened to me
Even if they take my life, they'll never silence my voice
Talk about me to see if you make two pesos, three pesos, and keep at it
In the end, we will all end up in the bone, I'm real even if those toads deny it
Talk about me to see if you make two pesos, three pesos, and keep at it
In the end, we will all end up in the bone, I'm real even if those toads deny it

Grant them, Lord, eternal rest, and let perpetual light shine upon them
May they rest in peace, amen, not under anyone's pressure, and much less
From these shottas, from all these snitches
The street is for men, guys, here we are, the real ones
Hustlers gang shit for life, the factory, men write their destiny
The one who fails is because he wants to, Neutro Shorty in the house
Not everyone is ready to see a brother succeed
Many prefer to cut him down, throw him
But they have to slice him at every level
I'm still me, Gang Shit, Bitch, the guys, Gang

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