ANTIOQUIA Lyrics (English Translation) – Blessd

Read the full ANTIOQUIA (English Translation) lyrics by Blessd from the album EL PEOR HOMBRE DEL MUNDO along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Blessd like CIGARRO and MILLONETA.

[Verse 1: Clarent]
I’m all about the AKs, the drinks and stacks of cash
The bad ones, the wild ones, the thick ones or the slim
We run the whole city all the way down to Caparra
You won’t make it out alive if Bendito gets his hands on ya
The homie from the block, straight outta Antioquia
I step into their circles, leave them shaken with paranoia
iPhone 15, but for the rats I keep a Nokia
Two diamond-covered watches shining on my wrist
I’ll even take your girl from ya
Bendito paints your picture
The beast on the leash, it’ll crush ya

Tonight I’m gonna wipe away your data
Put the stock against my face, I don’t talk in suits and ties

[Verse 2: Blessd]
The tattoos on my body so you never lose my image
And the Draco in my backpack for whoever’s acting different
Tell your girl to get moving, tell her get to work
She’s got you looking stupid while she’s putting in the dirt
The rifles came from Arabia, crossed over seven seas
Now they’re here in PR to finish them, tell me Clarent, please
The shots keep coming at your ride, they never come in odds
Got .40s in the stash, all kinds of different models
The tickets, the fame, the women, the drama
This girl got me seeing monsters
Maybe it’s the Percs we swallow
Anybody looking for a burst of gunfire
I’ll be waiting in the neighborhood, that’s where I hold my empire
Rolex and AP, we never wear a Casio
The baddies in Medellín all dying to see my castle, though
Singing street tales without deepening my tone
Your woman gets soaked with desire and I leave you gone, fool
Holy Mary, my love, you know?
Any rhythm turns to gold whenever Clarent’s in the show
The Ballers from the City with Barrio Antioquia, my brother
The fame, the women, the drama

I feel strange with all these eyes upon us

[Verse 3: Clarent]
Stars shining on the ceiling of the German ride
In Medellín with all my brothers, rolling in the van tonight
Inside Blessd’s Mercedes
Riding in a spaceship, headed for the City
I’m taking every Vale with me
What is it that you want? A gangster kind of love?
My girls look expensive, got me seeing monsters
All these strange looks around us
Everybody knows me here, never thought they’d hear my sound
They’re posted up in Caparra now