Ivan Archivaldo
Mi padre afamado ha como lo respeto
Como le agradezco lo que me ha enseñado
Su nombre lo miran en un par de listas
Con los terroristas y los millonarios
Es bueno el viejo lo han mal afamado
Hombre generoso cumple su trabajo
Él es mi escuela, el ejemplo me ha dado
Con orgullo afirmo soy hijo del Chapo
Sé lo que se siente estar en encierro
Igual que mi padre ya fui prisionero
No ocupe fugarme, no tuve delito
Solo me juzgaban por mi apellido
Prisionero mi padre Loera
Prisionero Iván a dejarme
Querían tener a dos archivados
Pero estos dos Chapos le quedaron grandes
Serio y reservado así es Archivaldo
Alegre de herencia y muy enamorado
Por su apellido lo han alebrestado
Es joven, sencillo, humilde al tratarlo
De corazón le agradan las fiestas
Tomar con su gente hasta que amanezca
Los amigos Dámaso norteño
Bailando el caballo a música de viento
Yo soy el Chapito, Iván Archivaldo
Guzmán lo reafirmo, soy hijo del Chapo
Te extrañaré Moreno, saludos a Alfredo
A toda mi gente mi mano le ofrezco
Del rancho de la Tuna es mi padre
Yo me la navego en Culiacán
Iván a seguir pasando años
Iván a estar de pie los Guzmán
Ivan Archivaldo
My famous father, how I respect him
How I thank him for what he has taught me
His name is seen on a couple of lists
With terrorists and millionaires
The old man has been wrongly defamed
Generous man, he does his job
He is my school, he has set the example
With pride I affirm I am El Chapo's son
I know what it feels like to be in confinement
Just like my father, I have been a prisoner
I didn't need to escape, I had no crime
They judged me just by my last name
Prisoner my father Loera
Prisoner Ivan, they wanted to keep me
They wanted to have two archived
But these two Chapos were too much for them
Serious and reserved, that's Archivaldo
Cheerful by heritage and very much in love
Because of his last name, they have stirred him up
He is young, simple, humble in his ways
He enjoys parties from the heart
Drinking with his people until dawn
His friends Dámaso from the north
Dancing the horse to the sound of the wind
I am El Chapito, Ivan Archivaldo
Guzmán I reaffirm, I am El Chapo's son
I will miss you Moreno, greetings to Alfredo
To all my people, my hand I offer
From the ranch of La Tuna is my father
I navigate it in Culiacán
Ivan will continue to spend years
Ivan will stand tall, the Guzmán