[Intro: Anuel AA & Eladio Carrión]
Ay, ay
The kings with the gods
Eladio Carrión, fucking great!
Brr

[Chorus: Anuel AA & Eladio Carrión]
I don't even trust my shadow
That bitch leaves me at the end of the night
I feel like Jordan in North Carolina
Are all these voices angels or demons?  (Brr)
Don't worry about me, yeah
I'm living good as fuck
I'm smoking ZaZa inside the G-Wagon
The police came, we threw away the drugs
I called a couple of of friends and they called friends

[Verse: Anuel AA & Eladio Carrión]
Anuel, why are you so serious?
Because the cemetery is full of people who trusted
Anuel, how much do you smoke a day?
Usually twenty Phillies is the average (Prr)
I arrived in the Bugatti, admire your colleague
And I was with Leo Messi and with Sergio (Ah?)
I am no longer with Karol and it's not a mystery (Haha)
At this level I almost never go to awards, brr (Brr)
Yeah, I put myself forward when I got crowned
Pockets like Kevin Garnett's jersey
My flow is aged like a good Cabernet
Playing alive, I don't want to move anymore
The haters are watching, so you have to be aware
Four eyes but I don't wear glasses
If the vision is money, you already know, I have 20/20
At twenty-one, Roberto Clemente
The pistol on me in the interview with Chente
The amount of rifles I have stored is the number of GRAMMYs Residente has (Ha!)
And loyalty makes you family and blood makes you a relative (Brr)
They say that Anuel fell off, uh, let him kill these people
Always in the first row in the NBA or UFC (Or UFC)
If fame is a bitch, I already fucked that bitch
I don't even fall off in prison, bitch, I gave them the light (I gave them)
All these bars are kicking like Neymar in Paris
Yeah-yeah, 512 to alleviate the pain
Tramadol, I am cold in LA like LeBron, Pau Gasol
If you want the plug, you already know, give me a call
There are three zeros for my outfit, full of Christian Dior
The green lungs, my purple glass
Some from Cali, others from Colorado
They have my eyes a little red
I wake up and already have two blunts rolled
Soldier on LSD with a clouded helmet
They don't anything else, I try to help them
God knows, a thousand times I have tried to get them out
The devil is wrapped up in wanting to burn them
[Chorus: Eladio Carrión & Anuel AA]
I don't even trust my shadow
That bitch leaves me at the end of the night
I feel like Jordan in North Carolina
Are all these voices angels or demons? (Brr)
Don't worry about me, yeah
I'm living good as fuck
I'm smoking ZaZa inside the G-Wagon
The police came, we threw away the drugs
I called a couple of of friends and they called friends

[Outro: Eladio Carrión]
Bitch!