LYRICS GAME

From Culiacán, Sinaloa, with my buddy Edgardo

From the original corridos

Hell yeah buddy Jesús, and pure Fuerza Regida

Let's roll hard then

Come on then, man

Not everything came easy to me, I also suffered a lot

Walking down the street barefoot, my feet burn

I asked my Saint Jude while I held back hunger

I'm from a poor family, someone had to hustle

My dreams were clear and the goals ahead

I flipped the coin, I wanted big money

Thanks for the lessons, Don Roque, I'm on point

You know that I won't slack, we'll keep moving forward

Several years have passed and I no longer go hungry

And it changed, call after call kept hitting the phone

Now it's my turn, I don't turn back anymore

Wearing the cap of the Guzmán Salazar

Go buddy Jesús

In the game there are many tricks, you have to study it

No matter how many friends you have, they won't teach you the code

They don't wanna see you on top and they wanna leave you down

In searching so much, life has taken something important from me

That night isn't forgotten, how I suffered a lot

The shots in the Tahoe, may my brother rest in peace

And it changed, call after call kept hitting the phone

Now it's my turn, I don't turn back anymore

Wearing the cap of the Guzmán Salazar

That's right my buddy, they're nothing but pure Fuerza Regida, big guy

F*ck yeah man, and long live the street mafia

Long live Culiacán, Sinaloa, cousin

Alright bro