The original gang is here
The real g4 life, baby
Austin, baby

What a curse and what a torment, what a disappointment (ah)
Diguiri, God, what? God, what have I done to live through so much betrayal?
I always watch my back, but it never takes long
The one you least expect is the one who betrays you (ah)

I-I-I wish I could be the good one (good)
But they force me to be bad
We don't hit the brakes
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye
I wish I could be the good one (the good one)
But they force me to be bad (prr-prr) (to be bad)
We don't hit the brakes
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye (prr, prr) (Dracula boy)

They say: "Coscu" here, they say: "Coscu" there (uh)
But it's not the same to talk about me, as to see me in real life (woh)
Blessed are all who have seen me (hehe), I make myself felt (prr)
They call me "the criminal wave" and here we are until death
Thirty-five percent (percent), niggas call us P.R
You never come to the island 'cause you know who we are (what's up?)
AR-15, boy, it's a thug life (yeah)
It's a rough dice, we catch you and you fall (yeah)
Here the sticks sound like symphony vocals (prr, prr)
The bad ones are all of you, remember, trust no one (shut the fuck up)
The bullets fly in the air (prr, prr)
And fools like you earn a courtesy flight (oh, ah, ah)
With baby Jesus; yo, Mueka, give me light
The white is all about the Benjies, the Baguettes and the Medusas
They're flaunting today what I had a long time ago
Better leave me in my corner or I'll bury you under the cement (prr, prr; brr)

I-I-I wish I could be the good one (good)
But they force me to be bad
We don't hit the brakes
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye
I wish I could be the good one (the good one)
But they force me to be bad (real g4 life)
We don't hit the brakes (auh)
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye

I wish I could be the good one, but really, they force me to be bad (yah, yah)
That's why I never let go of my stick
That's why I'm fed up (uh-huh)
Because when they were screwed, I gave them a hand and today they're grown (okay)
They say they're my brothers, that they play the same plan (wuh!)
You sleep for a second and the worms devour you (hehehe)
The beast is already on the street, kids, go to bed early (hey)
Dude, start ghosting, 'cause I'll beat you myself (wuh)
Health so the black ones can dance with your coffin (prr)
That out of all your crew, you're the biggest scumbag (uh)
I want to be good, but they force me to be bad
And they never survive to tell the tale (nah)
We had an alliance, but trust was broken (uh-huh)
God, protect me from still waters (ay)
Dancing in the rain, for my enemies there's no hope (check it out)
I always have my guard up and I'm handing out sauce (haha)

I-I-I wish I could be the good one (good)
But they force me to be bad
We don't hit the brakes
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye
I wish I could be the good one (the good one)
But they force me to be bad
We don't hit the brakes (uh, ah)
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye (haha)

I'm real, no bluff, that's why I instill in you (yeah)
That no one fronts on me, but there are a hundred hidden
Crazy to get their hands on me like an octopus
To see me on the floor, but I don't blame them (yo')
"Arcángel, you don't kill, why do you talk about burning feet?"
I don't pull, get clear, mine is making money
And the guys are already looking for a cheap excuse
To get in the car and give you a serenade (wow, wow, wow)
The tip of my pencil remains glorious
My cousin's nine, they call it "the scary one"
We in the street is a dangerous thing
I'm not bad, but being good gives me the creeps, prra (auh!)

I-I-I wish I could be the good one (good)
But they force me to be bad
We don't hit the brakes
We catch you and plo-plo, see you later, goodbye

They say (they say)
They say I'm a bad motherfucker
Real g4 life, baby
We live in PR
If you don't take, I'll be taking
Yah
Ñengo Flow
The Prince
Ehxx "The Professor"
The brain-brr-brr
Austin
My main man, Mueka, yeah (Little Wizard)
Rottweilas
The real thick blood
Yes, we are (Arca')
The Favorites, the Favorites, okay?
The Favorites
Hehe
Sons of bitches
The Favorites (yes)
Get the fuck outta here, nigga
Austin "The Marizon"
Arcángel, man
Prra
It's Flow Factory

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