LYRICS GAME

They've heard about me around here

There must be plenty of rumors, I don't care

I like to work

And if the order is to kill, that's not questioned

I'll pray to the devil

And I bring Toner behind me, he's my shadow

And those who misbehave

Here there is no chance to talk

I throw them in the grave

I bring only ex-military

And I command a group of people in my area

And without so much showing off

I depend on the Guzmans, affirmative copy

Rifles that they can't even imagine, I have them here at hand

I've seen the skinny one up close and she still hasn't caught me

So I continue operating

So they know, cousin

Pure Double P

Just like that, cousin

An artisanal armor

A cigar for relaxation and a line of coke

Dressed up in military clothes

Two pistols and a SCAR

I visit the hostages

A Thursday in Culiacan

How could I forget that we fought

The mission was to save

A general's son

Two hundred men were given the order

A medicinal touch

To go out to patrol heavily armed

I have two Cheyenne trucks behind me

They're coming listening to rap

The men are very disoriented

I have scars all over my body

Also a few bullet wounds

But I feel like new

I'll continue throwing punches

I'm still in charge here