El Boss Lyrics (English Translation) – J Álvarez, El YALA

Ey
That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine
I’m walking blessed, the one up above protects me whenever I leave the barrio
He was the one who gave me the gift, that’s why he stays with me
Today I see you out there hustling, chiki-chiki, plo-plo

I just invested in the most exotic countries
Little bro, you ain’t there, you sound robotic
Super motivated, woah, I’ve always killed it
Like Bimbo Carmona does, with Juni’ right by his side

I’m comfortable, but I’ve suffered for what is mine

I had to read and learn just to have free will
Speak clearly, my bro, in the Escalade or the Tahoe
Freedom, Cash Flow, pull the investment back out

That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold

Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold

That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine
Don’t give respect to people who suck up to him and cause trouble
The gangsters behind the cameras get killed, I don’t even trust the weed I smoke
I’m from the streets, I’m lost

Same thing that happened in the blocks of the barrios
The women, twenty bucks, betraying me is a piece of cake

Never think you’re the chosen one, ’cause all they’re after is the money
Many times they stop to come at me, but I’ve already gone after them

The one who humiliated me, I passed him by a million
The money that I chased, I cleaned myself up and the bad faith came
After they saw that I had made it
I bought the mask and the whole block

The barrio’s lit up, the demons stand ready
With my neck ice-cold, making all kinds of trouble for what’s mine
I got a .40 with no papers, it came from my uncle
If it doesn’t kill you when it hits you, it’ll leave you crippled

You like my talk because I’ve lived it
Not just talk; if I don’t smoke much, it’s because I haven’t been drinking
Tell your woman to delete my number now
‘Cause I don’t want anyone coming at me saying I slept with her

Tell your woman to delete my number now
‘Cause I don’t want anyone coming at me saying I slept with her
Tell your woman to delete my number now
‘Cause I got the barrio lit up and they’re all ready

That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
That’s your boss, but he ain’t mine, mine
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold

Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold
Comfortable, comfortable, comfortable, comfortable
With my neck iced out, little bro, we’re cold

This is a movie for the bosses
Auh
Tell me, tell me, Mr Vla
This is On Top Of The World, baby
Cash Flow
DJ Unic
We searching for freedom, my n!gga
That’s right
We’re in the building, bro