Hey, Young Golden (Young Golden) (hey)
Hey, West side
Yeah-yeah, eh-hey
Yah, hey

Look, bro, I have the gift, give me the microphone
They say I'm a bandit like Don, son (pu-pu-pu-prr)
High-end wordplay like a boss
I made the ladies and the guys from Morón move (pu-pu-pu)
The high I get is like the blunt

I roll with few, I don't buy with your pain, fool, oh (pu-pu)
I roll like KTM, always arrive fast
If I don't die rich, I'll sell you my flow, oh (eh-eh-eh)
They talk when I go out to the neighborhood
That I live like a king for acting like a bandit (uh-uh)

The ones who walk with me are real
I know many dogs that don't stop barking (wow, wow, wow, wow)
Look, bro, I'm not a look-alike
My high-end style, I just need the goat (Goat)
I want to get rich, I'm far from trouble (yeah, yeah)
I dodge bad tongues with Lio's skill (hey)

Mic check, one-two, give me the microphone (ah)
The one who steals the attention has arrived, oh (Young Golden)
Don't disrespect the boss (no)
Because we'll stop you and grab you with the whole squad (yeah, yeah)

They're asking "Who are they?" (Hey)
The hundreds come and go, welcome to my nation
My verses from the west come gaining momentum (yeah, yeah)
I pass over them, like a drone (prra)

I'm from the human class born to be the forest, not the branch (ah)
I brought the fire that not even a thousand firefighters can put out
A different breed, rappers are looking to extinguish me
Because they can't surpass me pouring ink (prra)

I don't buy but I sell, ink demon like Kendo (yeah)
When I light up and write, I always surprise (wuh, wuh, wuh) (Young Golden)
Making every song become an anthem
They look at us ugly because we're always looking good (tell me, Rei)

In wordplay, the teacher, the chant is as spicy as chili (ay)
The babes give me the eye because I'm agile (ay)
Impossible to puncture me, don't brag about shorties or being street (po-po)
It's not the jewelry, it's not the brand, it's the sizes (haha)

I am Rei, I brought the sauce your recipe lacks
I'm the best on the court, Federer with the racket
The chants twenty points, career wordplay
If the tigers are all together, the felines stick to us (Young Golden) (ah)

The Ziplocs keep moving (money)
I keep watching out with my Glock
The click-clack keeps running
And I keep standing on my block (prra)

Releasing the sorrows to the mic (ah)
Chained, like Rick Ross (ah)
This life is like ping-pong
What you do might bounce back

That's why I stay the same, never a visitor, always local (always)
In any neutral place, cool with the Dominicans, they call me "Normal"
Making easy money like Myke, the figures increase when I grab the mic (money)
The ski masks like Counter-Strike, I came out of the street like Kimbo Slice (terrorist win)

Don't try this at home
Because chanting is not for everyone, haha
Tell me, Rei (Young Golden)
Tell me, Rei, ah (Golden team)
Lea in the Mix, baby (wow)
Mozart
I recorded this one alone, eh (from the west to the world, baby)
West side

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