Buddy, pass me that cigarette
And three dudes with bad intentions
Because I remember that some years ago
I had already run into them
I even gave them my friendship
They arrived shooting at me
Because they couldn't hit me
Already with a bullet in my leg
And rolling from the ground
I started shooting at them
I have never let anybody push me around
The scrappy Pelos was born
And we're gonna get to it
All for Sinaloa, buddy Junior, just like that
Even though I recently paid my sentence
Since I was a kid I've been in the crossfire
I gamble my life for my life
And we're not gonna change
I'm the American's banner
Without marks, we don't get burned
What memories around there
The beginning has not slipped my mind
Of the three that came at me
It's not that I'm a bad man
I'm not a pushover either