And only Grupo Firme, Edwin
Up with Tijuana, up with Tijuana
Only Rancho Humilde and Music VIP, man
So that you see how it brushes against us
Thanks for those that have talked bad about me
Thanks for those that ask more about me
That if I vacation in Paris
That how much my suitcase weighs
That if in my house I'm happy
That if the ring is made of gray gold
What does it matter to you?
I'm not competing with the ones I once ate with
Everybody brings their beef and vendetta against me
How wrong that they behave like that
While I here with Benjamin
I made a friendship and the future
Looks like it's coming a thousand by a thousand
But if they think that because of that I must stop
And only Grupo Firme, man
The real, the real, the real vein
A shout-out to my pal Adrián Chaparro
For my friends of Edición Especial
What a big corrido, man, ow!
Shout-out to my little son
And up with Mexico, b*stards
You extend your hand and they grab more of you
I opened the door for them and they stayed to live
Their material isn't that subtle
They still have more to discover
Let's see if they finally shut up today
And they have little self-shame
Thanks for those that I know around here
Thanks for the one that really knows about me
With whom I vacation in Paris
With whom I'm filling the Bailey's
Who in my house is indeed happy
Blowing clouds of gray smoke
We don't care about dumb people
That spend their time criticizing that I'm happy
I know they never stand me
Here you go Roque Venegas
Isael Gutiérrez, Ever Gutiérrez
It's so that you see how the chain brushes over here, pal Edwin
Only Codiciado, crazy one
Run from the cops, little Joaquin
And up with Mazatlán, Sinaloa
Thanks, Thanks, Thanks