A2P Lyrics English Translation by Blessd
This is from Puerto Rico to Colombia
From Santurce to Medellín, damn
I’m not the crazy one
What a blast
Blessed, buddy
One Rollie, two Cartiers, and soon I’ll buy the AP
We come from the neighborhood, we didn’t see you here (Ah-ah-ah)
Your movie isn’t about the streets (Streets), you won’t even find it on Netflix (No)
The guns you guys shoot (Pew-pew-pew!), are in Warzone clicking (Haha; ah-ah-ah)
We’re on fire like Rocky Balboa in the ring (The ring)
Don’t think you’re immortal, here all of you can die (Die; ah-ah-ah)
Here we erase your face (Face), like Shaquille O’Neal on NBA backboards
You guys think you’re Chapo Guzmán, but you’re not even Joaquín (No, no)
And I have money (Money), money, I have mine (Oh-oh)
And it’s not temporary (No), because God blessed me
Luxuries (Hey), jewelry, I’m rich
Parties, yachts, Miami Beach
Sex, drugs, and a couple of bitches (Los Diablo’ ‘e Llorens, damn, YOVNGCHIMI)
I’m blessed like an archangel, that’s why they call me “La Maravish” (It’s the Money Wayy, Los Diablo’)
Spending stacks on clothes, always with Los Diablo’ flexing Louis V (Gang)
Gucci, designer outfits, inside the store, we got the switches (Designer; prr)
A couple of haters want to test me (Shh), but they don’t have enough ammo to touch me (They don’t, brr)
In the streets with eighty thugs, with shooters and all the bosses (Los Diablo ‘e Llorens, damn)
We have money, now we do whatever we want (Whatever we want)
We handle business from Colombia, PR to abroad (Ah; show me)
Fully iced out, we start a shootout (A shootout, damn)
Chains and APs, I took them out of the fridge (AP)
Two-tone Cartiers, I’m not a god, I have flaws and I don’t forgive (Today I ask for forgiveness)
This is Glizzy Gang, I pull up and detonate them (Glizzy Gang)
Buying clothes with what I crown (Glizzy, Glizzy, Glizzy; ah-ah)
Chains cost 120 (120), fifty on the twenties I have on my teeth (Eh)
On stage with thirty lunatics
All strapped up, I don’t associate with people (Los Diablo’)
A kilo’s worth of cone in Medellin
We bought it cheap and sell it for twenty (Real dope boys; ah)
They’ll die if we confront them
They won’t talk about how the AK feels (It feels; rrr)
Sex, drugs, money, guns (Guns; ah)
Demons (Demon), strippers (Strippers), foreign cars, motorcycles (Motorcycles’)
Combining the drip with the choppers, and the sticks with drums and grips (The sticks with drums)
The wrist and the neck below zero, Cartier on the hand and also the AP
Hey, a presidential Rollie like Kennedy
In my hand, a bottle of Hennessy
The blacklist has a couple of enemies
My girl and I are one like Gemini (Gemini)
That R-15 is my girl, I caress her when I shoot her (Rra)
I know these snitches hate me, but they see me and call me “brother”
And I’m tired of all these kids playing gangsters (Ay)
I have brothers who can blow your mustache off with just a revolver
I remember being posted in Artigas with krippy on the block
Now I’m blessed like Blessd, stacking up money in Medellin
I’m on another level, but it’s not about acid
Those who underestimate are the ones who die quickly (Nah)
And all the rifles I have are automatic
I leave them hanging with a maniacal mode (Rrr)
These kids now want to be artists
But they can’t break the tracks, they were born for fans
They’ve lost sight of me a long time ago
Lyricist, terrorist, and with the snitches, I’m unsympathetic
One Rollie, two Cartiers, and soon I’ll buy the AP
We come from the neighborhood, we didn’t see you here
Your movie isn’t about the streets, you won’t even find it on Netflix
The guns you guys shoot, are in Warzone clicking (Click, click)
And I have money (Money), money, I have mine (Oh-oh)
And it’s not temporary (No), because God blessed me
Luxuries (Hey), jewelry, I’m rich
Parties, yachts, Miami Beach (Ayy)
Sex, drugs, and a couple of bitches (Ooh; ah-ah)
I’m blessed like an archangel, that’s why they call me “La Maravish” (Ayy)
I spent the brick on my feet, homie, still got it stick on me, look like I licked on it, sí, sí
Truck got the 10 on it, 5% on it, livin’ like Tony, sí, sí
Ran from the police all damn day, brand new jets, ¿qué lo que?
Not like crazy, havin’ my way, freaks on the way tryna have my baby
Really the latest, she Spanish, I hit it, the language is different, mami
Really the realest, you come around and feel it, now tell me I’m trippin’, homie
Dick in the Glock, brand new Glock (Yeah)
Only time that it’s in the box, yeah
Throw up in the pot, stir it till it lock
Push it up the block, then make your private
Uh, uh, uh, crew pole too, but you know I break the rules like school
Mmm, uh, uh, 7.62, when we shoot 62 and you (Prr, prr)
Uh, uh, uh, in Colombia, nigga, don’t turn me up, we gon’ bomb (Prr, prr)
Don’t concern me much, ’cause if I clutch, then we own it (420, yeah)
I woke up this Glock, but we’re gonna open it
On the corner, I talked to fate
I used to be a hot mess, I put them on people
With the dollar Pepes, we stick to you
I break it in a freestyle, the grass in a joint
For a dog, it would be a Pedigree
A mafia of kids is coming for me
I’m famous too, and I left the street (Pew, pew, pew)
You went, and I changed their spell on the bitches (Pah)
I saw you begging for hachilas on a corner
I recorded them and put them in the archives
You saw that it’s a pleasure for me
In the Fe I threw it, they come back when I text them
We killed their boyfriends, and after that, I locked up their brother and killed him too (Yes)
No one used to kill for me, these bitches used to reject me
I started seeing money, and they came asking for my dick
I run my money and I make them kneel
I went out to punish them and proved them wrong (Pew, pew)
I sow terror and paint them black (Haha)
And I get in the car to torture them real bad (Pa!)
A Glock with two Berettas, and I’m going to buy a Smith
The devils are arriving, we’re going to fill them with Indumil
We won’t leave anyone alive, after they join the party, we shoot them from the VIP
And I have money (Money), money, I have mine (Oh-oh)
And it’s not temporary (No), because God blessed me
Luxuries (Hey), jewelry, I’m rich
Parties, yachts, Miami Beach
Sex, drugs, and a couple of bitches
I’m blessed like an archangel, that’s why they call me “La Maravish”
Made in Medellin
Blessd, hehe
I have money, money, I have mine
Tell me, Jara
From the Antioquia neighborhood
Greetings to all the lions
Boom, rra!