I don't hang out with anyone
I'm always doing my own thing
I'm tired of the fakes
Of so many betrayals and so much crap (Farru!)
I don't mess with anyone, eh
To hell with hypocrisy
That's why you envy me
Because I'm real and the one above protects me

(The Authority)
I don't run with anyone's crew and even less, walk with the opposites (never)
I was born in a neighborhood where betrayals are in fashion (uh-huh)
I know that everyone who approaches does it for their own benefit
They bring "L", but not for "Loyalty", but for "Suck-ups"
I'm the one who sets the tone, I keep my distance
If I greet, it's out of politeness, don't take it as trust
I steer away, it's not that I'm hurt
But I load the clip with the same number of bullets as friends I trust
Oh, they're mine and I feel their hypocrisy?
You stay stuck at thirty, I'm moving to three hundred
I'm a lover of peace, but addicted to problems (you knew?)
Since my life is worth the grams my chain has
That's a shame, they have more than me and still envy me? (they envy me)
They hate me and act tough, their disses are disguised (rats)
They're hypocrites, but what annoys me the most
Is that if they're so two-faced, at least use two masks (hahaha)
Say it all, Farru

I don't hang out with anyone
I'm always doing my own thing
I'm tired of the fakes
Of so many betrayals and so much crap (tell them, Nino, what's up?)
I don't hang out with anyone, eh
I'm always doing my own thing (we're always alert, bastard)
I'm fed up with the fakes
Of so many betrayals (we're on edge), and so much crap

Fa-rru!
I always do good without looking at whom
They talk shit, I know
That's why I ignore them, even if they're looking for trouble
Shut your mouth or the AK will sew it up
They're like fake Yeezys, not even Kanye knows them
I was raised with ethics, with gangster code
The street that swallows and doesn't snitch
Thank God I made it as a singer
Because if it weren't for that, I doubt you all could handle
The pressure from Villa Verde to Bayamón
Neither liver nor stomach, here we did it with lungs
I don't give a damn what they've said about me
What happens, bastard, is that I don't suck up to anyone
Pri-yah-yah, Farru! (hahahaha)

I don't hang out with anyone
I'm always doing my own thing
I'm tired of the fakes
Of so many betrayals and so much crap
I don't mess with anyone, eh
To hell with hypocrisy
(Uh-huh, we're doing our own thing, bastard)
That's why you envy me
Because I'm real and the one above protects me
(Don't go looking for attention)

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