Completely live buddy Jesús, buddy Juanpa
Just like that buddy Nata
Hit it, pure street mafia
A whole other sh*t, old man
How nice it sounds, old man
Drink it, old man, f*cking drink it
I'm very cheerful, very humble
A commanding voice is what I carry
We're from the Four and my boys are up for a showdown
And I still remember the first time I packed the superón
In San Pancho where I grew up
And I graduated from the streets
Throwing the thirteen to the hood and I got tangled in the hustle
I'm at one hundred with the bosses, I always defend the cartel
And after prayer I started to work
And I wound up in the metro
I did time in Puente Grande and my kid took my place
And now working again, nobody can fail me
There's nowhere to hide anymore
For whoever respects me, I give my respect
And one day they set me up
The marines came down on me
We made it 'cause my babe stood firm
And the bastard who opened his mouth now sleeps in the graveyard
Whoever wants to smack the hive
They act all tough and all they know is talk
While I stay on my thing, alert to work
I know well that he watches wherever I go
No use crying about it, I chose this life
Always with my head up, I'm going on a new mission
If I get wasted, there's no turning back
Good groups will liven me up
I pull the band for a while and this won't end
I enjoy my life since God knows when it'll end
I'll always be a man of word and respect
Well protected everywhere
It's not a badge, buddy, it's the job
And at the hit with Rayo, he knows I'm solid
I'll keep batting here, leading my team
Always active is the motto that old man runs