LYRICS GAME

I'm the vigilante's son

I follow the old man's steps

I'm his blood, I'm the good one

I learned from his advice

Right away I jumped in to take the post

And don't ask me too much

The ring fit his finger

I get orders from Alfredo

I keep it 10-4 while guarding the turf well

Navojoa, how I love you

The women, the money, and the respect

That will never be missing

Let brass bands blast

That tonight I'm partying for real, ¡ua!

Long Minimis and horns, .50s and explosives

I've got the boys ready

On edge with the damned school

Like Aztec warriors who are just on point

So a big mess breaks out

I already ditched the Government

You already know what's up with this

That what we have left over are balls

Only new people who are trained

And their finger doesn't tremble to pull it without thinking

On the razor's edge

Afraid of nobody or anything

Just like that, old man

Go Sonora

I get orders from Alfredo

I keep it 10-4 while guarding the turf well

Navojoa, how I love you

The women, the money, and the respect

That will never be missing

Let brass bands blast

That tonight I'm partying for real

Long Minimis and horns, .50s and explosives

I've got the boys ready

On edge with the damned school

Like Aztec warriors who are just on point

So a big mess breaks out

I already ditched the Government

You already know what's up with this

That what we have left over are balls

Only new people who are trained

That the finger won't tremble to pull it without thinking

On the razor's edge

Afraid of nobody or anything