TLD Lyrics English Translation by Cosculluela
The envy and malice are synonymous with betrayal
Enemies coexist in your mind and your room
Because faces are seen, but many hearts are blind
And the fire doesn’t warm for anyone who takes it lightly
I am The Prince, the spider, I am the mirror
My old man told me not to trust even in your reflection
Hell dwells on earth, heaven wanders through hell
That’s why there are devils with wings and angels with horns here
I never sold my soul, Jesus Christ
If he calls me tomorrow to find me, I’ll bathe and dress
Meanwhile, in the nights, I bend my knee
Because in a world of sins, only the one who humbles himself is a man
Lord, on earth, there are no conditions
That’s why I don’t go out without the long one, drums, and ammunition
Problems come on their own, God knows I don’t call them
He also knows I’m humble, humble but we give it to them (Prra!)
Daddy, don’t let yourself be carried away
You get tough, baby, I don’t care (Plo, plo, plo, plo!)
Humble, but we give it to them
Don’t get confused (What’s up, bastard?)
Even in your song, they can tell you
Humble, but we give it to them (Rrr)
And you put yourself (Yeah)
Let’s give it to anyone who mentions me (Boy)
I’m thrown back, but forward is where we go
We are humble, bastard (Real broko), humble, but we give it to them
In the hood, I put the cover on you, and tomorrow, it falls on you
They don’t steal second, I’m Javier Báez
Twin turbo, all the palms, I throw them like flamenco
Bastard, you provoke me, and I give you chiva flow Lomachenko (Woh)
You are the jet skis (Oh; listen), we are in the Grand Marquín (Damn)
Fuck lowkey, baby, I’m moving the ki
Fuck, we’re dropping tickets like Beyoncé (Hahaha)
And they say there’s a lot of parking in PR because Ponce is Ponce (Ponce)
And when I go out, I always cut it with the long one
And when you go out, you don’t carry what I carry (Wu-ju-ju)
And when you go out, don’t throw a fake
I am the M16, and I am Kobe in the fade away (Rrr!)
In Guayama, I have the estate with a ring of surveillance
Rifles from a distance, works of art like in France
And before you fake it, find out who you’re faking it to
They tell me “the check,” powerful like the one in Vieques, yeah
Haha, who gon’ cross the line?
Motherfuckers know
Once you say my name
And I’m never gonna be the same (Bomboclaat)
Daddy, don’t let yourself be carried away
You get tough, baby, I don’t care (Plo, plo, plo, plo!)
Humble, but we give it to them
Don’t get confused (What’s up, bastard?)
Even in your song, they can tell you
Humble, but we give it to them (Rrr)
And you put yourself
Let’s give it to anyone who mentions me (Boy)
I’m thrown back, but forward is where we go
We are humble, bastard (Oh my God), humble, but we give it to them
Hail Mary, full of grace
I ask you, protect me from all the gossip and all the lies
They say they will give it to me, knowing that I’m moving forward
You bastard, I fall on a Monday, and you don’t see the light of Tuesday
I am the spider, it’s the teacher, I send them to the bleachers
Don’t brag about Derek Jeter, you don’t even reach Derek Fisher (Yeah)
I get hooked on Cuban women, and I don’t have friends
What I have is the desire to see you and leave your van flat
I give them to you, if I don’t give them to you, I send them to give them
To Pablo Escobar, I release the broom, and it’s for sweeping
If I leave Humacao, you don’t last two rounds
I play all positions, LeBron James all around (Wuh)
And if I catch him, I catch him in the castle, -tillo
Bastards, bullets are going to rain, -quillo
Million without an advance
How many are they? You tell me so much
And remember, bastard, that in your song, my song commands (Prro!), yeah
Only real eyes can see the real lie
You say you’re real to the death
But you’re so scared to die, nigga
Daddy, don’t let yourself be carried away
You get tough, baby, I don’t care (Plo, plo, plo, plo!)
Humble, but we give it to them
Don’t get confused (What’s up, bastard?)
Even in your song, they can tell you
Humble, but we give it to them (Rrr)
And you put yourself
Let’s give it to anyone who mentions me (Boy)
I’m thrown back, but forward is where we go
We are humble, bastard (Oh my God), humble, but we give it to them