| Everybody thinks that...
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| getting here is easy
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| Zimple right? |
| (Carnal Simon)
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| Aero Truth (It's that they don't know, well)
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| I remember that…
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| As a little boy first
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| I was a gang member, then a rapper
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| Then came the money
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| And to be honest, I come from zero
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| I was born in the ghetto, I expect nothing
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| But…
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| I love this life
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| Today the little boy lives from what they sing-so-so-so-so-so-long on the street The war does not
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| it scares him, low and high
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| I have what I want and I fight for what I lack
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| I love this life, I like it, people judge me
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| They say that out there the enemies are looking for me
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| But don't show off, they're not looking for anything
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| I live real, his threats don't scare
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| MOP puts play on my career
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| Today I have money, tomorrow I may die
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| If I toast in the recording studio
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| It's for every asshole that left for betrayal
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| Bro, I beat the tinder, the tequila, the party
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| The gangster rap, the old women and the bets
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| Fine doll, I like to get romantic
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| Magical, it pleases me and makes me nice
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| If you know me, you already know what it is about
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| Get out, that Zimple is no longer made a plate
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| I like to be caught between pure pirate
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| And see how the competition alone falls apart
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| I love this life
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| Today the little boy lives from what they sing-so-so-so-so-so-long on the street The war does not
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| it scares him, low and high
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| I have what I want and I fight for what I lack
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| I love this life, I like it, people judge me
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| They say that out there the enemies are looking for me
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| But don't show off, they're not looking for anything
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| I live real, his threats don't scare
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| Get on the base and a pass, let's go strong
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| Life with my homeboys, family, my thick flow
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| I no longer express myself if a hater gets stupid
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| Making rap for y'all is really priceless
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| And I'm not talking about the street for this song
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| The street talks about me when my music controls
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| It does not come alone, I do not need to take out a tray
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| Every hater knows me when I thunder the consoles
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| Yes, it's simple, with the power of my throat
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| He can't stand getting into the shot because he'll soon choke
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| Guanas and Tijuas, style is never lacking
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| For this and much more, I love this life
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| I love this life
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| Today the little boy lives from what they sing-so-so-so-so-so-long on the street The war does not
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| it scares him, low and high
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| I have what I want and I fight for what I lack
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| I love this life, I like it, people judge me
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| They say that out there the enemies are looking for me
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| But don't show off, they're not looking for anything
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| I live real, his threats don't scare
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| From the nose they asked me, when I grew up what I wanted to be
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| Today with eggs in hand if one day I were to be born again
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| I wouldn't hesitate, rapper would answer
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| Neither president nor judge, much less police (Nah')
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| With Zimple I have already shared fights, forums and shackles
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| With Spyder bitches, parties, leads and bills
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| I have moved the Lisa, the flirt with the visa
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| Mark for the base, warn that the Kan lands
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| That I'm ashamed with a red eye and a laugh
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| In business with the Hyde, the Grammy's on the shelf
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| Check the agenda, I roast all day
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| What the hell am I going to envy you for?
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| I love this life
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| Today the little boy lives from what they sing-so-so-so-so-so-long on the street The war does not
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| it scares him, low and high
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| I have what I want and I fight for what I lack
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| I love this life, I like it, people judge me
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| They say that out there the enemies are looking for me
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| But don't show off, they're not looking for anything
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| I live real, his threats don't scare
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| hear me
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| The numbers do not speak for themselves, what is more, they do not speak
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| But they serve to count
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| realize
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| The facts show everything as it is
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| Not even the most hawks hatching do harm
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| There are things like experience and respect
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| That only the years give you
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| The ego is under the guarache that is still well placed on the floor
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| everyone what they deserve
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| God wanted it that way
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| They also say that
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| God makes them, the street breeds them, they are alone
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| locate yourself
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| The Mobztas and the Satellite
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| humility first
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| Don Aero
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| Before a person than a rapper, that simple
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| They always come, lie, and go
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| I'm still here |