De Lunes a Viernes (feat. Fuerza Regida y Calle 24)

From Monday to Friday I'm working, many wonder how I do it
If I'm striking out, I'm struggling and they're not happy because they gossip

Everything step by step, why are they talking?
They are the blessings that God has given me
I started throwing and now I'm hitting with the same guys who accompanied me

Painting the picture for many young guys
Just so they know I'm not lazy
I'm also enjoying the USA
If immigration asks, I'm from the other side

Crossing the skies, I'm in a small plane and we bring all the suitcases full
I won't say what so they don't get involved

Just like the boss, there's a direct line
I'm digging a trench even if they close doors
I'm also cursed just so they know

Like Pancho Villa, I'm in the fight
The routes and shipments, weapons, machine guns
I learned very well to deal with snakes

Greetings to all the crazy people
Let's go party at the port, right, buddy Jesus?
That's right, my buddy Ureta
Pure Fuerza Regida, old

And here it goes, my buddy Juan
Up with the street mafia, buddy
The world is yours
Ha

It's been over ten years that I've been around and around
I also trafficked, even moved merchandise
Together with my brother, we looked after Benja

I left the port and didn't take a suitcase
And there in Guamúchil we had a party
I go back to El Chuco to make more money

We were born tough, we were never soft
And a few Barbies looked for me a place
When in Culiacán, respect is given to those who respect