When there's nothing, it seems unfair, the others hate it You grow up with bread and weapons, then you go back to your friends I hope everything changes, but hell is still here I put a thousand kilos in the Uber, elegant dressed in a suit I cut it, then I sold it, I have the crown as a debt Bottles in the closet, the money in the cut, you don't tell me anything true I do everything like Griselda Blanco, I risk everything for you Maybe Beretta will call and throw the phone Pupupu, opaque black, from Berlin to the blue I don't know, it's not clear at all, but I decide if you die But red flags, black windows, black flowers I live the Coca, old Motorola cards God in the jacket, you know I have the gun inside You know it's normal if you turn around from me You're a criminal, she's Puma, yeah You know it's normal if you turn around from me When there's nothing, it seems unfair, the others hate it You grow up with bread and weapons, then you go back to your friends I hope everything changes, but hell is still here I hope everything changes, but hell is still here