Low Life - Frane

Low life, flows, raps

Vamos manejando el soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic

Low life, flows, raps

Vamos manejando el soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic Brapo

Give me please beats

Y un poco de ruido que vamos a hacer

Hits kids sit down

Desde el underground no paramos de subir

Ok god damn, god damn

Vinimos pa' hacerlo grande, grande

Te lo juro por mi madre, mi sangre

Que lo vamos a hacer grande, give me the shit

Flotando entre frescas, flow first class

La poli no nos pesca la yesca

Sigo subiendo y viendo el sky

Y no creo que no me lo merezca

Por eso sigo a mi fiesta

Mi fé está depositada en letras entra

Estoy en el punto cúlmine de la recta

En donde todo se va a dar vuelta

Seguimos en la low life

Que se jodan tus limosnas, con hambre soy como una bomba

Me criaron partiendo el pan en igual cantidad y forma

Por eso comparto lo que lleva mi boina

Disturbios e infortunios fueron interludios

Desde rapper junior escupiendo estudios

Soñando volar alto like Dre en 9−1

Y llevar pan caliente pa' toda mi family

Low life, flows, raps

Vamos manejando el soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic

Low life, flows, raps

Vamos manejando el soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic bro

Gat damn gat damn

Vinimos pa´ hacerlo grande

Te lo juro por mi madre por mi partner

Conquistare el oro solo con mis frases

Cero plan b

Gat damn gat damn

Vinimos pa´ hacerlo grande

Te lo juro por mi madre por mi partner

Conquistare el oro solo con mis frases

Cero plan b

Fumando flores en blones

La vida se nos va como aerosoles en bloques

Barrones en el block siempre en el nombre del rap game

Aunque nos fotocopien esos clones solo son fakes

En la ciudad donde dios no todo lo ve

Sacrificio y rock and roll, bro sabe como es

Buscate la vida con un micro y un dj

Horas invertidas, recompensas con delay

Tamos encendidos

Pásame ese micro

Para que te lo explico

Pásata de pillo

Vas a ver el piso

Cada vez que fluyo

Saben que no fallo

Hay que ser preciso

Pa´tener el brillo

Mantener el trazo

Despacio

Low life

Puro flow from southside pa' tu polar

Negro word up

El tiempo pone a cada uno en su lugar

Por eso sigo haciendo ruido con mi fam

Low life, flows, raps

We are driving the soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic

Low life, flows, raps

We are driving the soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic Brapo

Give me please beats

And a little noise we're going to make

Hits kids sit down

From the underground we do not stop going up

Ok god damn, god damn

We came to make it big, big

I swear on my mother, my blood

That we are going to make it big, give me the shit

Floating between frescas, flow first class

The cops don't catch us tinder

I keep going up and seeing the sky

And I don't think I don't deserve it

That's why I follow my party

My faith is deposited in letters enter

I'm at the top of the line

Where everything is going to turn

We continue in the low life

Fuck your handouts, hungry I'm like a bomb

I was raised breaking bread in equal quantity and form

That's why I share what my beret is wearing

Riots and misfortunes were interludes

From junior rapper spitting studios

Dreaming of flying high like Dre in 9−1

And take hot bread for all my family

Low life, flows, raps

We are driving the soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic

Low life, flows, raps

We are driving the soundtrack of my life

Low life, flows, raps

Spit the shit on the mic bro

Gat damn gat damn

We came to make it big

I swear on my mother for my partner

I will conquer gold only with my phrases

zero plan b

Gat damn gat damn

We came to make it big

I swear on my mother for my partner

I will conquer gold only with my phrases

zero plan b

Smoking flowers in bloons

Life leaves us like aerosols in blocks

Barrones in the block always in the name of the rap game

Even if they photocopy us, those clones are only fakes

In the city where God does not see everything

Sacrifice and rock and roll, bro knows how it is

Look for life with a microphone and a dj

Hours invested, rewards with delay

we are lit

pass me that mic

So that I explain it to you

rascal pastry

You are going to see the floor

every time i flow

They know that I do not fail

you have to be precise

To have the shine

keep the line

Slowly

lowlife

Pure flow from southside for your polar

black word up

Time puts everyone in place

That's why I keep making noise with my fam