DESDE 0 Lyrics English Translation by JC Reyes
(feat. Morad, Quevedo)
Stay still, money won’t be able to buy your respect (Ah)
I roll with the L, those who don’t come out are insects (Shh)
I was in the bad, getting to know what’s correct (Getting to know what’s correct)
Put on the pads, ’cause you’d be a benchwarmer to me on the team (He says)
Don’t say you have it, if we know that you’re lying (Haha)
I give money to mom before I’m 20 (Even if I was a delinquent)
I started to count, but I never used to say it (Ah, ah)
If that’s not making it, it’s because I grew up poor (Haha)
Bad things happen, but just silly things (No, no)
You used to sing, but at the police station
I didn’t want to sing, and look what it would be (Ah)
Serious face when I enter and my hand turns cold (Ah)
War just upon entering, I worry about my own (Ah-ah)
My entire family I have blessed
A house for mom
Looks like I’m saving money inside for nothing else
You sinned me under the bed
And you should see how much better it is that she’s looking for the bed
Another one, a house for mom
And if I buy another, it’s so everyone has more
Another one, and that’s why they call
And they stab me in the back and from the front they suck up
I’ve been around the world in an armored Cadillac
We’re up every day, there are reasons to toast
And all my people on the island are tanned and it’s not summer
We’re all handsome and rich like Cristiano
Sold out Miami, mami, sold out in Milano
So much counting money, I have calluses on my hands
Dude, light the blunt, I’m tired of being me
And these bastards would kill to be me
Man, I’ve had it lit since the day I came out
I don’t do more interviews, only Jimmy Fallon
That’s why I have your crew and your girl callin’
That’s why your car and house fit in my living room
I’m the good one on the team, dude, give me the ball
Don’t talk shit, dudes, don’t take that slip
Because I don’t have a 9, but I know who moves it
And if you see me face to face, you don’t act tough anymore
Man, I already saw your life, and if I’m honest, I prefer mine
To have yours, I would have studied engineering
The only bad thing it has is not strolling down Gran Vía
And dealing with all these harpies
I’m still on my corner making dough quietly
The kids on the island doing the wheelie
The day I retire, I’ll be laid back in Las Palmas like Geezy in Los Pajaritos (Rrr)
They call me “crazy” for not being afraid of the judges
In a song I don’t write down all that I went through
I’m crazy, but never for doing stupid things
Bad for never having to put up with disguises
Real, if I make it, I work for all my people
Free for my Beli, he’s on the run, let them discharge him later
I feel like on a motorcycle I take off every time I lift off
Here no one gets left behind, I’ve seen up close how they get it out
In packs I stack them, you have the face of someone beat down
I’ve never talked with a kid
Here anyone will rob you, and in your face they move their piece
Your lovers aren’t tough, my piece is with a vest
I shoot, I go, I open and it’s hollow, I put it in the chamber
He accepts the kilos dry, I already bought a couple ranches
I watch out for the undercovers, the ZaZa for the helmet
On route via the P7 so they take you in a body bag
No need to think so we’re never at zero again
I wanted to progress, but very treacherous people came out against me
Money does harm, but it helps those with a good heart
And I don’t know how to talk because here they kill the one who speaks first
I dropped the L, I dropped the L
Noises jump and [?] where the drums sound, pa-pa
I dropped the L, [?] hurts more
I dropped the L, family comes first, you already know
Listen, what gives a person happiness is people, not things
Just because you see me here getting a pile of things, that won’t give you any happiness at all
What gives me happiness is my mother, it’s my father, even if [?] isn’t here
It’s my kids that give it to me, you know?
So I have to work so those people are well, you know?
It’s mandatory to make money