Aquel Morrillo
De niño era aquel morrillo que no le veían futuro
Mi padrecito a mi lado le hizo cómo pudo
En las calles de muy chavalo, me gustó andar de vago
No digo que le batallé pero sí me he esforzado
Gracias a mis jefecitos comida hay en mi plato
Pa' llegar en dónde estoy, no me he rajado
Problemas he tenido pero aquí ando
Los puercos me agarraron por crimen organizado
No hay pedo, ando al tiro, ando al chingazo
Una noche me soltaron unos cuantos balazos
Bien aportillado el carro en el que iba navegando
Balas volando, no me tocaron, gracias a mi santo
De niño era aquel morrillo, ahora anda al tiro
Pura Fuerza Regida
Otro pedo
Unos años han pasado de aquel atentado
Ahora todo bajo el agua con menos invitados
Pura envidia hasta la familia no les gusta que ande arriba
Un saldo al compa Fili que es como un hermano
A mi mujer por el desmadre que tanto me ha aguantado
A mis amigos, los familiares que me siguen apoyando
Agarro vuelo en mi doble S a cada rato
Las armas mi delirio cuando las disparo
La ventisiete, la treinta y ocho, San Judas incrustado
Pa' la playa, pa' pistear unas dos equis en mano
Un Don Julio, Rémy Martin, diecisiete, treinta y ocho
Música en vivo, toquen corridos, y unos suspiros
That Kid
As a child, that kid who they didn't see a future in
My little father by my side did what he could
In the streets when I was very young, I liked to wander around
I'm not saying I struggled, but I have made an effort
Thanks to my little bosses, there's food on my plate
To get where I am, I haven't backed down
I've had problems but here I am
The pigs caught me for organized crime
No problem, I'm on the ball, I'm ready for anything
One night they shot at me a few times
The car I was driving was badly damaged
Bullets flying, they didn't hit me, thanks to my saint
As a child, that kid, now I'm ready for anything
Pure Regida Force
Another problem
A few years have passed since that attack
Now everything underwater with fewer guests
Pure envy, even the family doesn't like me being on top
A shoutout to my buddy Fili who's like a brother
To my woman for putting up with so much mess
To my friends, the relatives who keep supporting me
I take flight in my double S all the time
Weapons are my delirium when I shoot them
The twenty-seven, the thirty-eight, Saint Judas embedded
To the beach, to drink with two X's in hand
A Don Julio, Rémy Martin, seventeen, thirty-eight
Live music, play corridos, and some sighs