Instinto de Venado

He has the instinct of a deer, his weapon on one side like Pancho Villa
Intelligence sensors in his head, risk not malice

Dangerousness oozes from every pore on his body
And even when facing hundreds, his vital signs are always perfect

Looks suspicious, quite violent in criminal acts
When it comes to working, he does his job well, reacts instantly

Surrounded by his troop, leading them well-armed with horns and breastplates
Radios, grenades & pistols, he kills cops if anyone gets close

In the battlefield, brain and courage yield good results
They lead to actions and reactions of those he's facing

I know little about subjects, I didn't go to school much, life taught me
As a sign of respect, I have my dear mother as an example

And so the gangster rolls up his sleeves, old fortune
From Guamuchil, Sinaloa

As destiny wanted, with pulls and stretches, here I am fighting
Life is harder when there's no food, money, or shoes

Now I feel content because I started from scratch, won and won
And my feet are firmly on the ground, I don't think I'm better than anyone

It's not good to sing victory because that lady takes everything from me
The same happens with luck, sometimes it brings you down or up

It's nice to roll around with money, spending millions on luxuries
But it feels different not to have a penny, you're looked down upon a lot.