I'm not that far, I'm not that far

I'm not that far from the bus stop (han)
I think about it when I put 110 euros in the Brabus (Brabus)
I put on the TNs again but well, I'm making the news
I take it apart, find a hiding spot in the car
Ah, even if I have two or three mothers, nah, don't worry
I don't drag anyone into the mess
Don't worry, we know the hustle (ah)
It sells, it takes back the whole hacienda (ah)
Ah, my love, we were spreading it, I was fifteen years old (años)
We talk in camembert, we talk in bullets
1900 euros, ten o'clock the expenses
On us, we hide the blades like the bosses
3.2 under the hood
Hawaiian shirt with the Vatos (the Vatos)
I'm in the coffee shop, I'm in the sauce

Cousin, there's G13, if you want, we offer
Something else, variety of weed and hashish (hashish)
At half-past ten, I drop off the gear (gear)
I have an appointment at one o'clock in the capital, it's cardio
The profit, it's there, if you spend
Just one drop is enough to make everything overflow
It lowers the price, I have to import, eh-eh

Fifty kilos of marijuana (marijuana)
By the gram, I'm going to sell it all (sell it all)
Latex, well-gloved, to judge, you have to taste
We play our lives, we play the final
A million, vacuum-packed
At night I get cold
At night I made my mom cry for being involved in trouble

Driving without fear, the mind alone schemes
And only she imagines, in adrenaline escapes
I travel half the globe, the bad never surpasses me
Inside I hope it dies, to stop carrying it outside
In a world I'm entering and I don't see that I'm growing
And problems keep coming, inside I'm dying
And sometimes I think about leaving and I don't want to think about going
I usually don't argue with anyone, I don't like to lie

Fifty kilos of marijuana, the car that couldn't fit anything
And it passes by the police station, but they won't stop
No one trusts the package and I know you would talk
And that's not my business, it's your problem to talk

Fifty kilos of marijuana (marijuana)
By the gram, I'm going to sell it all (sell it all)
Latex, well-gloved, to judge, you have to taste
We play our lives, we play the final
A million, vacuum-packed
At night I get cold
At night I made my mom cry for being involved in trouble

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