I turned out to be pretty damn good at bad things Don't worry about it, stop fucking around with me* What's it matter to you if sometimes I inhale, exhale? This is my life, what's it to you if I slip? I just pause I turned out to be pretty damn good at bad things Don't worry about it, stop fucking around with me* What's it matter to you if sometimes I inhale, exhale? This is my life, what's it to you if I slip? I just pause Yeah, yeah, Don't give a damn about my life Cuz you don't know anything about it You don't know jack, so don't even start** Because your fucking opinion doesn't matter I'm don't care anymore so don't even ask Get outta here you fool, there's no room anymore Before on the bottom and now on the way up We've got the whole den full It's full of jackasses We don't suffer anymore, the mission is completed Mom doesn't cry, finally, how fucking awesome that she doesn't worry about me now Now we always have what we need for the plane A top dog, I feel like a champ A huge puff of smoke going up high Full of cash, a good hit of marihuana The street smells of what my barrio is made up of And it smells great Cuz no one is afraid If our enemies come around one day We're not gonna give them anything nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing We're not gonna give them anything nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing Yeah Its Fucking QGPissedMilk my boys You already know the name of the ones giving 100% The stampede of the movement has arrived Evading capture *bothering all the time ** figure of speech "don't continue" lit Disclaimer: I am Venezuelan, this song has a ton of Mexican slang, so I have done my best to be as accurate as my knowledge allows. I am always open for Mexican input here and happy to change any mistakes.