EL FICTICIO Lyrics (English Translation) – El Goldo

EL FICTICIO (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
He’s painting a picture where someone dangerous—an android-like figure—should not be disturbed because waking him up could create chaos. He jokes about albums being pirated and flopping, saying the other person has already lost respect in the music world and the industry doesn’t take them seriously anymore. Their songs are even being removed from platforms, which he brings up mockingly, like asking, “So you’re supposed to be scary?” Then he switches tone, saying strength doesn’t matter because he and his crew are like unbeatable androids. He speaks directly and bluntly, saying he’ll confront them himself without involving anyone else. He points out that the people he’s calling out pretend to be tough, but they’re actually from comfortable families, not from harsh street environments. He insists none of them are actually built for the struggles they pretend to represent. He tries to expose their fake street image, reminding them that their families may be good people while they act like troublemakers. He mocks them for pretending to be something they’re not, emphasizing that their whole identity is just an act, and he finds it laughable.

[Verse 1]
He starts off hyping the moment, saying he’s ready to stir things up and speak with detail so everyone—especially the fake tough guys—finally hears the truth. He says he doesn’t copy anyone, whether small artists or powerful ones, and prefers watching them struggle. He claims to be the one they all fear and challenges anyone to confront him. He mocks people who make trap music without really understanding it, calling them fools. He believes his verse will spread everywhere and expose those who try to play innocent, comparing himself to a wolf catching them off guard. For him, this whole conflict feels easy, and he imagines the others trembling. He prides himself on dignity, saying he’s not controlled by anyone, and insists he’s genuinely from the streets. He calls out people who were once fans of his style but are now hating because they feel inferior. To settle things, he’s ready to gather everyone and deal with it directly. He says he walks with real street people, and mocks others for accusing him of snitching even though they’ve never done anything real—like joking that they used to sell candy. He points out how much stronger he is in comparison. Even if someone gets attention from women, he doesn’t care.
He keeps mocking them, saying one of them acts like a baby needing milk. He comments on parties in Medellín that try to imitate big American celebrity vibes, calling it strange. He says the jealousy comes from the fact that he never signed certain people. He mentions he can even show them where he grew up if needed, implying he has real street roots. Then he calls someone “banana body,” making fun of their appearance. He also laughs at someone copying his style after hearing him rap about drügs, saying they just copy and paste.

[Interlude]
Laughing insult.

[Verse 2]
He calls the other person fake, saying they don’t belong in trap music and aren’t on his level. He claims the people who robbed them were their own friends, not him. He mocks how their plans fell apart, especially after making shady deals. He tells them to get serious and find real work. He says he once helped them, and that they didn’t even originally do trap music. He also calls them out for pretending to be from Medellín when they’re actually from Bogotá. He insults them for losing their identity and getting beaten up by other rappers because they couldn’t rhyme properly. He says now they’re full of anger and hungry for revenge. He warns that obsessing over him will backfire. He accuses them of being the one who brings heavy police presence, mentioning they even brought hundreds of police officers just to film a commercial, making them look weak.

[Interlude]
He talks about someone showing up in San Antonio with full police presence, almost as if they were scared. He jokes about it, then says they should raise the energy again. He brings up the Cali Cartel name and says he’s about to switch up the rhythm and cause a big explosion musically.

[Verse 3]
He says he doesn’t understand how everyone used to cheer for him, including Kris R., who supported him first. But after some time passed, people changed on him even though he was good to them. He jokes that they turned on him even after he gave them things like Nintendo. He says he’s always been with rebellious people and thinks others got bothered because he didn’t sign with someone named Jara. He mocks WestCOL for acting like he owns everything, comparing him to someone lost in a forest. He calls out Bendito for lacking flow and relying on others for material. He says Bendito doesn’t write his own punchlines or delivery and even accuses him of copying Kris R. Then he makes crude jokes, saying the guy acts foolishly and does embarrassing things. He threatens to dismantle people if they keep collecting “milk,” mocking their behavior. He calls them puppets and says they’re involved in shady or humiliating acts. He brings up a situation involving Samantha, implying someone had an embarrassing s*xual encounter. He ends by saying after all this, nobody will want to support them anymore, especially since they try to freestyle while dealing with public humiliation.

[Interlude: Pirlo & Blessd]
They talk like they’re giving life advice, saying you have to be willing to take hits in life, no matter who they come from. Whether a huge man hits you or someone tiny hits you, the point is that you’ll still end up hurt, and you have to accept it. They say you need to drop the street mentality and stand firm. Then they switch back to insults, saying they were always the other person’s nightmare. They joke around, asking for champagne, and toss more insults, threatening that if they get hit, they’ll hit back even harder. Kris R. jumps in, reminding the other guy that he used to admire him, wondering what changed. The scene feels like chaotic banter mixed with taunting.

[Verse 4]
He calls WestierCOL a rich kid pretending to be tough, showing off clothes and cars that aren’t really part of who he is. He says others have already exposed him as being fake. He believes it because he sees him as someone empty and pretending to be something he’s not. He mocks him crudely, comparing what each of them “puts up” themselves. He tells him to go enjoy parties with drag queen music and dance to Blessd and Cris Bareta. He mentions someone getting someone else locked up because of jealousy or resentment. He says it’s because he refused to sign with them and refused to be manipulated. He also reminds him that not long ago, he was the opening act for him at a show. Then he brings up how this person embarrassed himself at the World Cup, even getting made fun of by FERXXO, and says it reduced him to tears.

[Outro]
He repeats that the other guy got put in his place for being disrespectful and weak. He names FERXXO again as the one who humbled him. He says everything he’s doing now is free, and he knows the other person won’t respond. He reminds him that he was the one who taught him how to write and make trap music. He challenges him to send his people to try jumping on a beat if they dare. He insists he still has energy for anyone who wants conflict. Then he lists the people he stands with—Dogor, G’s, Van—saying they’re always ready to cause trouble if needed. He claims he lives the real street life and that the other guy never experienced anything like that. He calls him a clown and tells him to go study instead of pretending. At the end, he makes a dark threat, saying messing with him could get people hurt, showing how seriously he takes this feud.