Me quedé solo (mardito chabe) / I was left alone (Damn Chavez) / Venezuelan Rap!!!

I wanna be the king like Don (Don Omar, latin singer is called The King)
to ask me harder
it's a hydrocarbon color rap
I treat you like the cyanide candy 4th disc (Cyanide Candy is a venezuelan rock band)
while I'm slapping that ass
you don't put goat, son of bitch
we are going to disclose you to hold the thread
The bell does not save you, so your name is Screech
a Cachapera at home like the mc donalds of richie rich
Maybe it's a lot to ask
but it's what I want
Talk to me about money Like vakero
Talk to me about money like Cardi and J Lo
like Angelos Millones in 2002
you lack street, I'm full of neighborhood
I was fighting and I came to open the dictionary
the bad decisions have been my spit
and so I decided to leave rap for a salary
I was without money
to food and rent
now I want to be like Tego
and hit at 30 years
become like Hector
have a gang of 70
and slap these fuckers
in case they corss the line

nobody is left
I was left alone
they are far away all my friends
damn chabe
the family joint are over
I took it out and like Pitbull they said: dale

nobody is left
I was left alone
they are far away all my friends
mardito chabe
the weekly drinks are over
I have to collect my things

I identify with Tego
now only without gang
singing wherever
they call me the little bird
I grew up with a great sun
and shrimp with garlic
fish fried if it's fresh
and sald fish was in Pisillo
I always tune my tone
with more rhythm than El Gallote
against these chickens with distemper
Fat Verses
like a Gaitero of Saladillo
Influenced by Fulanito and El Cepillo
I grew up with Chombo, with The Noise and with Billos
I never toad, never snitch, I always hustler
Skipping classes to rap in the hall
Full of anxiety as weed in my pockets
winner like Jaramillo
cheater like Castillo
I walk streets with Lila Morillo's eyes
I see the movie eating cotufa with skinny
for spending everything I'm never going to make millonaire