La Soledad Aburre Pero No Traiciona Lyrics English Translation by Beny Jr
Setting the record straight, any comments?
Friends or foes?
Yeah, I’ll put it like this, a Spanish dude once told me,
“I ain’t got no friends,” “I ain’t got no friends,” you know what I mean?
I’ve got supporters, people on my side, and people on the other side.
Um, I’m not going to expose anybody.
It’s been nine months since I dropped a song,
Trying to prove that I have no competition.
For me, let no one ever show devotion,
I grew up in the streets, don’t even trust in science.
My brother doesn’t trust, says I’ve let him down,
And my mind says to keep going, they’ve left me on the side.
I’m heartless, money has tamed me,
Betrayal by people has me somewhat infected.
Sitting in the cell, I was crying alone,
And now in my investments, I always motivate myself alone.
Fuck, that’s why they always label me as crazy,
Fuck, that’s why I always stick to my own thoughts.
I’m making more money than my lawyer,
And in meetings, I leave them hanging.
I’m fortunate, but I still feel rejected,
And I ask for a pass to heaven, but it says “denied.”
But I will say that, uh, regarding that Vibe interview,
And everyone was saying, you know,
Everyone involved knows what happened.
I have no father; I’ve never caused shame.
I spent five grand on chains for my mom.
I spent eight grand on sneakers for my sisters.
Dior and Louis Vuitton, they always combine both.
The money I lose, I multiply with the beats.
I’ve been hustling since twelve; in my crew, I’m the kid.
Colorful bills, I pile them up to be rich.
German cars and million-dollar houses.
They want to kill me, but they don’t have the balls.
They want to see me involved with criminals.
My name carries weight, causing them pain.
They don’t want to see me succeed if they’re not doing better.
I was broken; now look at how I walk.
Tourist in Marrakech, strolling with a Lambo.
I was with Sufi, jogging before.
And now, I find myself staying in mansions.
‘Cause you can fake for a long time, but one day, you’re gonna reveal yourself as a phony, you know what I mean?
And that’s what a lot of people are doing these days. Think back; did you think about all the people that you saw me put on stage, all the people that I brought into this game, that I showed how to do this? And think about what they’re saying now. That’s not keeping it real. As for enemies and all that, I really don’t care. My only fear of death is coming back reincarnated. I have no negative feelings toward anybody. It’s not like I’m going to go out and shoot somebody up, you know what I mean? I know who shot me. I don’t care about telling the police; I don’t care about any of that. You know what I mean? I’m still here. It’s not like I’m untouchable; I can be killed as soon as I get out of here. But I’m cool; I go screaming, “West Side!” and I’m all good, you know what I mean? But what I want people to know is, don’t support the phonies, support the real.
They want to kill me, but they don’t have the balls.
They want to see me involved with criminals.
My name carries weight, causing them pain.
They don’t want to see me succeed if they’re not doing better.
I was broken; now look at how I walk.
Tourist in Marrakech, strolling with a Lambo.
I was with Sufi, jogging before.
And now, I find myself staying in mansions.
They want to kill me, but they don’t have the balls.
They want to see me involved with criminals.
My name carries weight, causing them pain.
They don’t want to see me succeed if they’re not doing better.
I was broken; now look at how I walk.
Tourist in Marrakech, strolling with a Lambo.
I was with Sufi, jogging before.
And now, I find myself staying in mansions.