Through the streets of Tijuana you could see a lost kid
Writing about violence and poverty, and clinging tight to the dream
I, looking to be a legend, and on the street I represent what I dreamed
Don't talk to me about bullets, guns, devices, nor about crooks
I've got the urge to hit the street like when I was nothing
To remember what I couldn't see at the time for keeping it in line
Now that I have what I dreamed, I don't even believe any of it
Time goes by and the only thing that comes are just more frog skins
And not long ago luck landed on the coin
I learned that with effort you always achieve and do what you want
Judge whether I'm for real
Always ready and I put heart into work
And if I say it, I back it, I've got balls and I don't fail my word
Judge whether I'm for real
I climb out of the hole even with the IRS on my back
The chains go through TSA
None make noise, they all go with me, hanging on my neck you see them
Everything I write I live, I know it
None of you are gonna understand it
I live mine, cruising in a Cobra through the turf at a hundred
The boys already know what to do
We sail through the tough ones; if one’s needed, let there be no doubt
That the devil guarantees that we’re gonna do real well
We light up for the good and the bad that life has given us
That the devil guarantees that we’re gonna do real well
And only Codiciado, old boys
With a badass intellectual crew and lots of street
That’s how they see me roll up, in Lambos and Ferraris
Though I’ve struggled, I haven’t lost my way
I’m old school and I’ve kept my name respected
Sure I bring in money, since I was the first
I put on the diamonds, everyone followed me
Coming without precautions is coming to the slaughterhouse
You’ve got to know how to arrive, you don’t have to arrive first
A while ago luck landed on the coin
I learned that with effort you always achieve and do what you want
Judge whether I'm for real
Always ready and I put heart into work
What I say I back, I’ve got balls, I don’t fail my word
Judge whether I'm for real