El Fuego Salvaje - Street Prophet Lyrics

[Intro]
From private school to these calles
They never thought I'd make it, pero mírame
Paint the city like Jean-Michel
While they all try to pale me

[Verse 1]
Trust fund baby turned street prophet
Mom's Mercedes to the vinyl shop, mejor que lo copies
Caught me stealing records, talked my way out
Now I'm running shows, making dealers proud
Elena tried to play me like a fool
But I flipped the script, used it as a tool
Yeah, I went to prep school
But these streets gave me my PhD, no rules

[Chorus]
Entre dos mundos, I'm a walking contradiction
Upper class nights, bajo mundo addiction
They say "ese niño's lost his mind"
But I found myself in the grind
¡Dale! Watch me break these chains
My art ain't meant to be contained

[Verse 2]
Basquiat with the flow, paint these bars with oro
Every track I drop's a masterpiece, pregúntale al coro
Yeah, I speak that proper Spanish
But my bars got that street grammar
Mixed that privilege with that hunger
Now they can't stand ya
Underground mixtapes made me legendary
My story's revolutionary, extraordinary

[Chorus]
Entre dos mundos, I'm a walking contradiction
Upper class nights, bajo mundo addiction
They say "ese niño's lost his mind"
But I found myself in the grind
¡Dale! Watch me break these chains
My art ain't meant to be contained

[Outro]
From Miami heat to gallery walls
My truth's authentic, aunque no lo creas
El Fuego rising, watch me break all laws
Of what they thought I'd be, así que veas