LYRICS GAME

From the original corridos

Homie Myke Towers

From PR

Indica, my homie

Up to Cali, for

My kin, he says

Here the powder's for sale

There's no trouble with the law

I'm popping the rubber bands

Don't freak out, I'm a thug

I grew up in the crossfire

And I've got enough to protect myself

The clone's booming

Through the streets of my crew

Yeah, the cops already know that I'm the one driving

Don't mess with me, you know that I'll go head-to-head

Put more diamonds on the chain, it looks badass

My neck's on froze, but my heart is cold

PR taught me respect, my word gained weight

May the ones who got locked up get out soon

Flowers for the dead

I never envied, I always waited for my moment

Thanks to the connect that's overseas

That's my relative, with or without money

I'm still the same, I was born to be king

I crown and celebrate the deals that I closed

Indica, homie

He says

And we're in the crossfire, cousin

One he'll die for

Waiting for me in El Fe

Weird is the one who keeps doubting

For all I care, let them keep talking

A Patek on the wrist

Hundreds are left over

The mind's always blank

And I've flipped the bank

Yeah, the cops already know that I'm the one driving

Don't mess with me, you know that I'll go head-to-head

Put more diamonds on the chain, that's badass

My neck's on froze, but my heart is cold

Young Kingz, baby

Hell yeah, old man

SM enterprise, street mafia

That sh*t's gonna come out f*cking dope, hehe