Frabian, ponlo a llorar
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que a través de mis mano' va a correr
Hoy le piso la cabeza al Diablo, flow San Miguel
Enemigo mío es to' el que venere a Lucifer
Marcas de guerra, son mi testimonio (mi testimonio)
La especialidad de la casa
Me dedico a cazar demonio' (cazar demonio')
Suenan trompeta', marco territorio (marco territorio)
La única cadena que no te quitaron
Te pesa, y esa es la del odio
Fuego se combate con fuego
Te está comiendo vivo el ego
Válvula de escape, le hiciste botar
Los chavo' del abogado a Tego
Trili, déjate ese fronteo
Fondeaba' si venía al conteo
Dejaste arrollao' a Tupon y Fender
Por eso no te la capeo
David y Goliat, me respalda Dio'
Contigo vo'a matarme en la raya
Amanda Serrano, siempre voy pa'l frente
Nadie va a tirar la toalla
El respeto se gana en la calle
Tú sabe', eso no se ensaya
Por eso te esconde' en el Hyatt
A tirarte las foto' cagao' en la playa
Oh, Baya, El Boster en la Haya
Yo tengo un tanque igual que tú
Pero yo sí lo tengo en Baya
Por estar juqueando corillo
Por eso es que siempre te guaya' (shh)
Tu peor enemigo no es CHIMI
Tu peor enemigo es Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
Te justificaste, te la aplico, locotrón
No compre' más cadena', mejor compra un corazón
Cancela los show cuando no tiene su buzón, ay
Estás malo de los nervio'
Léete y busca el proverbio
Que la calle del altivo
Siempre viene cuando se vuelve un soberbio
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que por mis mano' acaba de correr
Hoy le pisé la cabeza al diablo, flow San Miguel
Pa' que vean que la sangre 'e Cristo tiene poder
Se murió el diablo
Fa-farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
Tú no mata', tú ere' feka, la calle sabe (sabe)
Que hay un Juda' en la mesa que aquí no cabe (cabe)
Por la boca te tropieza' y mete' las pata'
Por eso aquí ere' persona no grata
Tú 'tás mordío' conmigo
Tú ere' fanático mío
Tú no me llega' al ombligo (¿Sabe' lo que te digo?)
Tres cara' como los Migo'
Nunca aprendiste, hijo mío
Yo con rata' no me ligo
En la pista te hago el moonwalk
'Toy flotando como Jackson
Shooter, a lo Call Of Duty
'Toy rapeando en modo Warzone
Agarra señal, canal
Está' 3G, corres Verizon
Y eso es dándote con pena
Como Jake Paul le hizo a Tyson (¡Farru!)
Este hombre 'tá mareao'
Búsquenle el suero y un Ensure
Pa' que le suba el azúcar
Escríbele algo, Luar (¿Qué?)
Pa' que pueda defenderse
Hombre, no, diantre, qué perse
Le pidió un escolta a Trump
Pa' por lo meno' moverse
Estás cagao', qué pelá te está dando el apagao'
Ninguna de tus cancione'
Más que "Pepas" se ha pegao'
Tú lo que ere' e' pena ajena
Te quitaron las cadena'
Y cachaste fiá' otra nueva
¿Qué pasó, Tito Problema? (¿Qué pasó?)
"El más real", "el más bandido", mere, tonto (oye)
"Farru fuma", "Farru fuma", boque tombo
Compraste el tanque en oferta y vino en combo
Con las K-9, las esposa' y los biombo'
Mírenme, cómo el humilde se rebela
Y se la aplico al trili y se le cae la novela
Que tiene 'e bien guillao' de gángster, guillao' de maleante
Cuando acepte' que no ere' calle, te quitamo' el guante
Uste' e' un bobo criao', no sea tan caripelao
Cuando quería' bajar pa' Baya llamaba' embarrao'
To' el mundo se te ha virao'
Brother, tú 'tás escrachao'
Y de tanto pasar la prote, te has quedao' pelao' (¡Farru!)
¿Quién como yo te cambia a este flow?
Tú no te lo' update' como yo
Te sacamo' como a Roselló
Recógelo, que este se cayó
Si estás cagao', toma Pepto-Bismol
Tú no brilla' ni con el Armor All
'Tás expirao', se te fue el color
Pa' que seas hombre te falta valor
Hay que tener valor
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru!
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru, Farru! (¡Ruido!)
Soldado y profeta
Con un hijo 'e Dio' no te meta'
Tú no ere' real, se te cayó la careta
Soqueta, se te olvidó que soy de Bayeta
Esto corre mi sangre, disparo en la baqueta
El vaquero, no cambio respeto por dinero
Tú no mete' cabra, tú no ere' un guerrero
Viajero, ere' tremendo balbulero
El artista favorito de los peliculero'
Mera, dime, bo, vamo' pa' encima, bo
La dejaste caer, no tiene' código'
¿Qué pasó contigo?
Tú no ere' amigo
De nadie, solo pana del beneficio
Hipócrita, narcisista
Yo no guerreo por Insta
Móntate en una pista
Y demuéstrano', pa' ver si tú eres artista
SAN MIGUEL Video (MV)
Performed By: Farruko
Genre(s): Christian
Language: Spanish
Length: 4:51
Written by: Carlos Efren Reyes Rosado
Released: December 6th, 2024
Year: 2024
Farruko - SAN MIGUEL Lyrics
Official
Frabian, make them cry
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that will flow through my hands
Today I step on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
Anyone who worships Lucifer is my enemy
Scars of war are my testimony
It's the specialty of the house
I dedicate myself to hunting demons
Trumpets sound; I mark my territory
The only chain they didn't take from you
Weighs on you, and it's the chain of hatred
Fire is fought with fire
Your ego is eating you alive
An escape valve made you burn
The lawyer's fees for Tego
Trili, stop that fronting
You'd back out if it came to the count
You left Tupon and Fender crushed
That's why I don't let it slide
David and Goliath, God has my back
I'll fight to the end with you
Amanda Serrano, I always move forward
No one will throw in the towel
Respect is earned on the street
You know it's not something you rehearse
That's why you hide in the Hyatt
Taking scared photos on the beach
Oh, Baya, The Boss in The Hague
I have a tank like you
But mine is in Bayamón
For hooking up the crew
That's why you always stumble
Your worst enemy isn't CHIMI
Your worst enemy is Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
You made excuses, and I call you out, loco
Don't buy more chains; buy yourself a heart
Cancel your shows when your inbox isn't full, ay
You've got nerve problems
Read the Proverbs
The street humbles the proud
When arrogance takes over
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that just ran through my hands
Today I stepped on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
So they can see the power of Christ's blood
The Devil is dead
Fa-Farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
You don't kill; you're fake. The streets know
There's a Judas at the table who doesn't belong here
You stumble over your words and mess up
That's why you're unwelcome here
You're bitter at me
You're my fan
You can't even reach my level
Three faces like Migos
You never learned, my child
I don't mix with rats
On the beat, I moonwalk
I'm floating like Jackson
Shooter, Call of Duty style
I'm rapping in Warzone mode
Get the signal, channel
You're 3G; you run Verizon
And that's me taking it easy on you
Like Jake Paul did to Tyson (¡Farru!)
This man is dizzy
Get him an IV and an Ensure
To raise his sugar
Write him something, Luar
So he can defend himself
Man, no, dang, what a struggle
He asked Trump for a bodyguard
Just to move around
You're scared, what a beating you're taking in the dark
None of your songs
Have hit more than "Pepas"
You're just cringe-worthy
They took your chains
And you bought new ones on credit
What happened, Tito Problema?
"The most real," "the most gangster," man, please
"Farru smokes," "Farru smokes," loud mouth
You bought the tank on sale, and it came in a combo
With the K-9s, cuffs, and barriers
Look at me, how the humble rise up
And I call out the pretender, bringing the charade to an end
Pretending to be a gangster, a thug
When you admit you're not from the streets, we'll take the gloves off
You're a spoiled brat, don't be so shameless
When you wanted to come to Bayamón, you called desperate
Everyone's turned their back on you
Brother, you're ruined
And from overusing your connections, you've been left broke
Who else changes flows like I do?
You don't update them like I do
We'll take you out like Roselló
Pick him up; he's down for the count
If you're scared, take some Pepto-Bismol
You don't shine, not even with Armor All
You're expired; your color is gone
You lack courage to be a man
You need courage
To go one-on-one with me
I like it when they think they're gangsters
Anyone who's tried, I've taken them down the middle
Soldier and prophet
Don't mess with a child of God
You're not real; your mask has fallen
Coward, you forgot I'm from Bayamón
This runs in my blood, firing from the holster
The cowboy doesn't trade respect for money
You don't fool anyone; you're not a warrior
Traveler, you're a loudmouth
The favorite artist of fake tough guys
What's up, bro? Let's go, bro
You let it drop; you've got no code
What happened to you?
You're no one's friend
Only a friend of convenience
Hypocrite, narcissist
I don't beef on Instagram
Get on a track
And show us if you're really an artist
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that will flow through my hands
Today I step on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
Anyone who worships Lucifer is my enemy
Scars of war are my testimony
It's the specialty of the house
I dedicate myself to hunting demons
Trumpets sound; I mark my territory
The only chain they didn't take from you
Weighs on you, and it's the chain of hatred
Fire is fought with fire
Your ego is eating you alive
An escape valve made you burn
The lawyer's fees for Tego
Trili, stop that fronting
You'd back out if it came to the count
You left Tupon and Fender crushed
That's why I don't let it slide
David and Goliath, God has my back
I'll fight to the end with you
Amanda Serrano, I always move forward
No one will throw in the towel
Respect is earned on the street
You know it's not something you rehearse
That's why you hide in the Hyatt
Taking scared photos on the beach
Oh, Baya, The Boss in The Hague
I have a tank like you
But mine is in Bayamón
For hooking up the crew
That's why you always stumble
Your worst enemy isn't CHIMI
Your worst enemy is Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
You made excuses, and I call you out, loco
Don't buy more chains; buy yourself a heart
Cancel your shows when your inbox isn't full, ay
You've got nerve problems
Read the Proverbs
The street humbles the proud
When arrogance takes over
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that just ran through my hands
Today I stepped on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
So they can see the power of Christ's blood
The Devil is dead
Fa-Farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
You don't kill; you're fake. The streets know
There's a Judas at the table who doesn't belong here
You stumble over your words and mess up
That's why you're unwelcome here
You're bitter at me
You're my fan
You can't even reach my level
Three faces like Migos
You never learned, my child
I don't mix with rats
On the beat, I moonwalk
I'm floating like Jackson
Shooter, Call of Duty style
I'm rapping in Warzone mode
Get the signal, channel
You're 3G; you run Verizon
And that's me taking it easy on you
Like Jake Paul did to Tyson (¡Farru!)
This man is dizzy
Get him an IV and an Ensure
To raise his sugar
Write him something, Luar
So he can defend himself
Man, no, dang, what a struggle
He asked Trump for a bodyguard
Just to move around
You're scared, what a beating you're taking in the dark
None of your songs
Have hit more than "Pepas"
You're just cringe-worthy
They took your chains
And you bought new ones on credit
What happened, Tito Problema?
"The most real," "the most gangster," man, please
"Farru smokes," "Farru smokes," loud mouth
You bought the tank on sale, and it came in a combo
With the K-9s, cuffs, and barriers
Look at me, how the humble rise up
And I call out the pretender, bringing the charade to an end
Pretending to be a gangster, a thug
When you admit you're not from the streets, we'll take the gloves off
You're a spoiled brat, don't be so shameless
When you wanted to come to Bayamón, you called desperate
Everyone's turned their back on you
Brother, you're ruined
And from overusing your connections, you've been left broke
Who else changes flows like I do?
You don't update them like I do
We'll take you out like Roselló
Pick him up; he's down for the count
If you're scared, take some Pepto-Bismol
You don't shine, not even with Armor All
You're expired; your color is gone
You lack courage to be a man
You need courage
To go one-on-one with me
I like it when they think they're gangsters
Anyone who's tried, I've taken them down the middle
Soldier and prophet
Don't mess with a child of God
You're not real; your mask has fallen
Coward, you forgot I'm from Bayamón
This runs in my blood, firing from the holster
The cowboy doesn't trade respect for money
You don't fool anyone; you're not a warrior
Traveler, you're a loudmouth
The favorite artist of fake tough guys
What's up, bro? Let's go, bro
You let it drop; you've got no code
What happened to you?
You're no one's friend
Only a friend of convenience
Hypocrite, narcissist
I don't beef on Instagram
Get on a track
And show us if you're really an artist
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Spanish
Frabian, ponlo a llorar
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que a través de mis mano' va a correr
Hoy le piso la cabeza al Diablo, flow San Miguel
Enemigo mío es to' el que venere a Lucifer
Marcas de guerra, son mi testimonio (mi testimonio)
La especialidad de la casa
Me dedico a cazar demonio' (cazar demonio')
Suenan trompeta', marco territorio (marco territorio)
La única cadena que no te quitaron
Te pesa, y esa es la del odio
Fuego se combate con fuego
Te está comiendo vivo el ego
Válvula de escape, le hiciste botar
Los chavo' del abogado a Tego
Trili, déjate ese fronteo
Fondeaba' si venía al conteo
Dejaste arrollao' a Tupon y Fender
Por eso no te la capeo
David y Goliat, me respalda Dio'
Contigo vo'a matarme en la raya
Amanda Serrano, siempre voy pa'l frente
Nadie va a tirar la toalla
El respeto se gana en la calle
Tú sabe', eso no se ensaya
Por eso te esconde' en el Hyatt
A tirarte las foto' cagao' en la playa
Oh, Baya, El Boster en la Haya
Yo tengo un tanque igual que tú
Pero yo sí lo tengo en Baya
Por estar juqueando corillo
Por eso es que siempre te guaya' (shh)
Tu peor enemigo no es CHIMI
Tu peor enemigo es Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
Te justificaste, te la aplico, locotrón
No compre' más cadena', mejor compra un corazón
Cancela los show cuando no tiene su buzón, ay
Estás malo de los nervio'
Léete y busca el proverbio
Que la calle del altivo
Siempre viene cuando se vuelve un soberbio
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que por mis mano' acaba de correr
Hoy le pisé la cabeza al diablo, flow San Miguel
Pa' que vean que la sangre 'e Cristo tiene poder
Se murió el diablo
Fa-farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
Tú no mata', tú ere' feka, la calle sabe (sabe)
Que hay un Juda' en la mesa que aquí no cabe (cabe)
Por la boca te tropieza' y mete' las pata'
Por eso aquí ere' persona no grata
Tú 'tás mordío' conmigo
Tú ere' fanático mío
Tú no me llega' al ombligo (¿Sabe' lo que te digo?)
Tres cara' como los Migo'
Nunca aprendiste, hijo mío
Yo con rata' no me ligo
En la pista te hago el moonwalk
'Toy flotando como Jackson
Shooter, a lo Call Of Duty
'Toy rapeando en modo Warzone
Agarra señal, canal
Está' 3G, corres Verizon
Y eso es dándote con pena
Como Jake Paul le hizo a Tyson (¡Farru!)
Este hombre 'tá mareao'
Búsquenle el suero y un Ensure
Pa' que le suba el azúcar
Escríbele algo, Luar (¿Qué?)
Pa' que pueda defenderse
Hombre, no, diantre, qué perse
Le pidió un escolta a Trump
Pa' por lo meno' moverse
Estás cagao', qué pelá te está dando el apagao'
Ninguna de tus cancione'
Más que "Pepas" se ha pegao'
Tú lo que ere' e' pena ajena
Te quitaron las cadena'
Y cachaste fiá' otra nueva
¿Qué pasó, Tito Problema? (¿Qué pasó?)
"El más real", "el más bandido", mere, tonto (oye)
"Farru fuma", "Farru fuma", boque tombo
Compraste el tanque en oferta y vino en combo
Con las K-9, las esposa' y los biombo'
Mírenme, cómo el humilde se rebela
Y se la aplico al trili y se le cae la novela
Que tiene 'e bien guillao' de gángster, guillao' de maleante
Cuando acepte' que no ere' calle, te quitamo' el guante
Uste' e' un bobo criao', no sea tan caripelao
Cuando quería' bajar pa' Baya llamaba' embarrao'
To' el mundo se te ha virao'
Brother, tú 'tás escrachao'
Y de tanto pasar la prote, te has quedao' pelao' (¡Farru!)
¿Quién como yo te cambia a este flow?
Tú no te lo' update' como yo
Te sacamo' como a Roselló
Recógelo, que este se cayó
Si estás cagao', toma Pepto-Bismol
Tú no brilla' ni con el Armor All
'Tás expirao', se te fue el color
Pa' que seas hombre te falta valor
Hay que tener valor
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru!
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru, Farru! (¡Ruido!)
Soldado y profeta
Con un hijo 'e Dio' no te meta'
Tú no ere' real, se te cayó la careta
Soqueta, se te olvidó que soy de Bayeta
Esto corre mi sangre, disparo en la baqueta
El vaquero, no cambio respeto por dinero
Tú no mete' cabra, tú no ere' un guerrero
Viajero, ere' tremendo balbulero
El artista favorito de los peliculero'
Mera, dime, bo, vamo' pa' encima, bo
La dejaste caer, no tiene' código'
¿Qué pasó contigo?
Tú no ere' amigo
De nadie, solo pana del beneficio
Hipócrita, narcisista
Yo no guerreo por Insta
Móntate en una pista
Y demuéstrano', pa' ver si tú eres artista
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que a través de mis mano' va a correr
Hoy le piso la cabeza al Diablo, flow San Miguel
Enemigo mío es to' el que venere a Lucifer
Marcas de guerra, son mi testimonio (mi testimonio)
La especialidad de la casa
Me dedico a cazar demonio' (cazar demonio')
Suenan trompeta', marco territorio (marco territorio)
La única cadena que no te quitaron
Te pesa, y esa es la del odio
Fuego se combate con fuego
Te está comiendo vivo el ego
Válvula de escape, le hiciste botar
Los chavo' del abogado a Tego
Trili, déjate ese fronteo
Fondeaba' si venía al conteo
Dejaste arrollao' a Tupon y Fender
Por eso no te la capeo
David y Goliat, me respalda Dio'
Contigo vo'a matarme en la raya
Amanda Serrano, siempre voy pa'l frente
Nadie va a tirar la toalla
El respeto se gana en la calle
Tú sabe', eso no se ensaya
Por eso te esconde' en el Hyatt
A tirarte las foto' cagao' en la playa
Oh, Baya, El Boster en la Haya
Yo tengo un tanque igual que tú
Pero yo sí lo tengo en Baya
Por estar juqueando corillo
Por eso es que siempre te guaya' (shh)
Tu peor enemigo no es CHIMI
Tu peor enemigo es Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
Te justificaste, te la aplico, locotrón
No compre' más cadena', mejor compra un corazón
Cancela los show cuando no tiene su buzón, ay
Estás malo de los nervio'
Léete y busca el proverbio
Que la calle del altivo
Siempre viene cuando se vuelve un soberbio
Sólo a ti te doy la gloria, Padre, perdóname
Por la sangre que por mis mano' acaba de correr
Hoy le pisé la cabeza al diablo, flow San Miguel
Pa' que vean que la sangre 'e Cristo tiene poder
Se murió el diablo
Fa-farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
Tú no mata', tú ere' feka, la calle sabe (sabe)
Que hay un Juda' en la mesa que aquí no cabe (cabe)
Por la boca te tropieza' y mete' las pata'
Por eso aquí ere' persona no grata
Tú 'tás mordío' conmigo
Tú ere' fanático mío
Tú no me llega' al ombligo (¿Sabe' lo que te digo?)
Tres cara' como los Migo'
Nunca aprendiste, hijo mío
Yo con rata' no me ligo
En la pista te hago el moonwalk
'Toy flotando como Jackson
Shooter, a lo Call Of Duty
'Toy rapeando en modo Warzone
Agarra señal, canal
Está' 3G, corres Verizon
Y eso es dándote con pena
Como Jake Paul le hizo a Tyson (¡Farru!)
Este hombre 'tá mareao'
Búsquenle el suero y un Ensure
Pa' que le suba el azúcar
Escríbele algo, Luar (¿Qué?)
Pa' que pueda defenderse
Hombre, no, diantre, qué perse
Le pidió un escolta a Trump
Pa' por lo meno' moverse
Estás cagao', qué pelá te está dando el apagao'
Ninguna de tus cancione'
Más que "Pepas" se ha pegao'
Tú lo que ere' e' pena ajena
Te quitaron las cadena'
Y cachaste fiá' otra nueva
¿Qué pasó, Tito Problema? (¿Qué pasó?)
"El más real", "el más bandido", mere, tonto (oye)
"Farru fuma", "Farru fuma", boque tombo
Compraste el tanque en oferta y vino en combo
Con las K-9, las esposa' y los biombo'
Mírenme, cómo el humilde se rebela
Y se la aplico al trili y se le cae la novela
Que tiene 'e bien guillao' de gángster, guillao' de maleante
Cuando acepte' que no ere' calle, te quitamo' el guante
Uste' e' un bobo criao', no sea tan caripelao
Cuando quería' bajar pa' Baya llamaba' embarrao'
To' el mundo se te ha virao'
Brother, tú 'tás escrachao'
Y de tanto pasar la prote, te has quedao' pelao' (¡Farru!)
¿Quién como yo te cambia a este flow?
Tú no te lo' update' como yo
Te sacamo' como a Roselló
Recógelo, que este se cayó
Si estás cagao', toma Pepto-Bismol
Tú no brilla' ni con el Armor All
'Tás expirao', se te fue el color
Pa' que seas hombre te falta valor
Hay que tener valor
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru!
Para irse de tú a tú conmigo
Así me gusta, que se crean bandido'
To' el que ha tratao', por medio lo he partío'
(Partío', partío') ¡Farru, Farru! (¡Ruido!)
Soldado y profeta
Con un hijo 'e Dio' no te meta'
Tú no ere' real, se te cayó la careta
Soqueta, se te olvidó que soy de Bayeta
Esto corre mi sangre, disparo en la baqueta
El vaquero, no cambio respeto por dinero
Tú no mete' cabra, tú no ere' un guerrero
Viajero, ere' tremendo balbulero
El artista favorito de los peliculero'
Mera, dime, bo, vamo' pa' encima, bo
La dejaste caer, no tiene' código'
¿Qué pasó contigo?
Tú no ere' amigo
De nadie, solo pana del beneficio
Hipócrita, narcisista
Yo no guerreo por Insta
Móntate en una pista
Y demuéstrano', pa' ver si tú eres artista
English
Frabian, make them cry
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that will flow through my hands
Today I step on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
Anyone who worships Lucifer is my enemy
Scars of war are my testimony
It's the specialty of the house
I dedicate myself to hunting demons
Trumpets sound; I mark my territory
The only chain they didn't take from you
Weighs on you, and it's the chain of hatred
Fire is fought with fire
Your ego is eating you alive
An escape valve made you burn
The lawyer's fees for Tego
Trili, stop that fronting
You'd back out if it came to the count
You left Tupon and Fender crushed
That's why I don't let it slide
David and Goliath, God has my back
I'll fight to the end with you
Amanda Serrano, I always move forward
No one will throw in the towel
Respect is earned on the street
You know it's not something you rehearse
That's why you hide in the Hyatt
Taking scared photos on the beach
Oh, Baya, The Boss in The Hague
I have a tank like you
But mine is in Bayamón
For hooking up the crew
That's why you always stumble
Your worst enemy isn't CHIMI
Your worst enemy is Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
You made excuses, and I call you out, loco
Don't buy more chains; buy yourself a heart
Cancel your shows when your inbox isn't full, ay
You've got nerve problems
Read the Proverbs
The street humbles the proud
When arrogance takes over
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that just ran through my hands
Today I stepped on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
So they can see the power of Christ's blood
The Devil is dead
Fa-Farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
You don't kill; you're fake. The streets know
There's a Judas at the table who doesn't belong here
You stumble over your words and mess up
That's why you're unwelcome here
You're bitter at me
You're my fan
You can't even reach my level
Three faces like Migos
You never learned, my child
I don't mix with rats
On the beat, I moonwalk
I'm floating like Jackson
Shooter, Call of Duty style
I'm rapping in Warzone mode
Get the signal, channel
You're 3G; you run Verizon
And that's me taking it easy on you
Like Jake Paul did to Tyson (¡Farru!)
This man is dizzy
Get him an IV and an Ensure
To raise his sugar
Write him something, Luar
So he can defend himself
Man, no, dang, what a struggle
He asked Trump for a bodyguard
Just to move around
You're scared, what a beating you're taking in the dark
None of your songs
Have hit more than "Pepas"
You're just cringe-worthy
They took your chains
And you bought new ones on credit
What happened, Tito Problema?
"The most real," "the most gangster," man, please
"Farru smokes," "Farru smokes," loud mouth
You bought the tank on sale, and it came in a combo
With the K-9s, cuffs, and barriers
Look at me, how the humble rise up
And I call out the pretender, bringing the charade to an end
Pretending to be a gangster, a thug
When you admit you're not from the streets, we'll take the gloves off
You're a spoiled brat, don't be so shameless
When you wanted to come to Bayamón, you called desperate
Everyone's turned their back on you
Brother, you're ruined
And from overusing your connections, you've been left broke
Who else changes flows like I do?
You don't update them like I do
We'll take you out like Roselló
Pick him up; he's down for the count
If you're scared, take some Pepto-Bismol
You don't shine, not even with Armor All
You're expired; your color is gone
You lack courage to be a man
You need courage
To go one-on-one with me
I like it when they think they're gangsters
Anyone who's tried, I've taken them down the middle
Soldier and prophet
Don't mess with a child of God
You're not real; your mask has fallen
Coward, you forgot I'm from Bayamón
This runs in my blood, firing from the holster
The cowboy doesn't trade respect for money
You don't fool anyone; you're not a warrior
Traveler, you're a loudmouth
The favorite artist of fake tough guys
What's up, bro? Let's go, bro
You let it drop; you've got no code
What happened to you?
You're no one's friend
Only a friend of convenience
Hypocrite, narcissist
I don't beef on Instagram
Get on a track
And show us if you're really an artist
Mission, CVRBOM VRMOR
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that will flow through my hands
Today I step on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
Anyone who worships Lucifer is my enemy
Scars of war are my testimony
It's the specialty of the house
I dedicate myself to hunting demons
Trumpets sound; I mark my territory
The only chain they didn't take from you
Weighs on you, and it's the chain of hatred
Fire is fought with fire
Your ego is eating you alive
An escape valve made you burn
The lawyer's fees for Tego
Trili, stop that fronting
You'd back out if it came to the count
You left Tupon and Fender crushed
That's why I don't let it slide
David and Goliath, God has my back
I'll fight to the end with you
Amanda Serrano, I always move forward
No one will throw in the towel
Respect is earned on the street
You know it's not something you rehearse
That's why you hide in the Hyatt
Taking scared photos on the beach
Oh, Baya, The Boss in The Hague
I have a tank like you
But mine is in Bayamón
For hooking up the crew
That's why you always stumble
Your worst enemy isn't CHIMI
Your worst enemy is Yaya
(Ay) (bing, bong)
You made excuses, and I call you out, loco
Don't buy more chains; buy yourself a heart
Cancel your shows when your inbox isn't full, ay
You've got nerve problems
Read the Proverbs
The street humbles the proud
When arrogance takes over
I give all the glory to You, Father, forgive me
For the blood that just ran through my hands
Today I stepped on the Devil's head, Saint Michael style
So they can see the power of Christ's blood
The Devil is dead
Fa-Farru
Carbon Fiber Music
¡Wuh!
You don't kill; you're fake. The streets know
There's a Judas at the table who doesn't belong here
You stumble over your words and mess up
That's why you're unwelcome here
You're bitter at me
You're my fan
You can't even reach my level
Three faces like Migos
You never learned, my child
I don't mix with rats
On the beat, I moonwalk
I'm floating like Jackson
Shooter, Call of Duty style
I'm rapping in Warzone mode
Get the signal, channel
You're 3G; you run Verizon
And that's me taking it easy on you
Like Jake Paul did to Tyson (¡Farru!)
This man is dizzy
Get him an IV and an Ensure
To raise his sugar
Write him something, Luar
So he can defend himself
Man, no, dang, what a struggle
He asked Trump for a bodyguard
Just to move around
You're scared, what a beating you're taking in the dark
None of your songs
Have hit more than "Pepas"
You're just cringe-worthy
They took your chains
And you bought new ones on credit
What happened, Tito Problema?
"The most real," "the most gangster," man, please
"Farru smokes," "Farru smokes," loud mouth
You bought the tank on sale, and it came in a combo
With the K-9s, cuffs, and barriers
Look at me, how the humble rise up
And I call out the pretender, bringing the charade to an end
Pretending to be a gangster, a thug
When you admit you're not from the streets, we'll take the gloves off
You're a spoiled brat, don't be so shameless
When you wanted to come to Bayamón, you called desperate
Everyone's turned their back on you
Brother, you're ruined
And from overusing your connections, you've been left broke
Who else changes flows like I do?
You don't update them like I do
We'll take you out like Roselló
Pick him up; he's down for the count
If you're scared, take some Pepto-Bismol
You don't shine, not even with Armor All
You're expired; your color is gone
You lack courage to be a man
You need courage
To go one-on-one with me
I like it when they think they're gangsters
Anyone who's tried, I've taken them down the middle
Soldier and prophet
Don't mess with a child of God
You're not real; your mask has fallen
Coward, you forgot I'm from Bayamón
This runs in my blood, firing from the holster
The cowboy doesn't trade respect for money
You don't fool anyone; you're not a warrior
Traveler, you're a loudmouth
The favorite artist of fake tough guys
What's up, bro? Let's go, bro
You let it drop; you've got no code
What happened to you?
You're no one's friend
Only a friend of convenience
Hypocrite, narcissist
I don't beef on Instagram
Get on a track
And show us if you're really an artist
Writer: Carlos Efren Reyes Rosado
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC