El Infierno

We live in a world that's more than violent
They kill you, they rob you at any moment
Here, you suck for being slow, people know it
Anyone who carries a gun pulls it out and causes chaos

No dog barks at me, and if it does, I ignore it
There's a saying that not everything that glitters is gold
That's why I never fall in love with the fair
Everyone's after money, I'm after treasure

Strong like a bull, I'll sweep you away
I don't need a chorus to make a hit
I hit everything, watch out for this hit
Wherever I fit in, I'm deadlier than a gunshot

I don't care what they're saying
No, no, no, they don't feed me
Like foam, we're rising
You're going to fall like rain

I don't care what they're saying
No, no, no, they don't feed me
Like foam, we're rising
You're going to fall like rain

And tell me who can handle this gangster
You'll see you can't match me
I really like the after-hours scene
We go out at night, homie, don't be alarmed

I'm that crazy guy born for this
I have a gift like LeBron, I'll score
Listen to the sound of this song and the lyrics
I was born to be a boss, didn't study and I'm already a master

I'm honest with you from Laredo
It's more lit than a torpedo
City of the hill, city of hell
Where if you mess up, you're going to hell

The tender is lost, love is lost
Because of so many people who think they're better
I say no way, they don't deserve my forgiveness
But whoever it bothers, here I rule in Nuevo Leon

Yeah
Even if they say what they want, you make it up, don't say you don't
I'm that crazy guy people don't trust
It's really tough out there, tough wherever you go, homeboy
Homeboy

Yeah
Even if they say what they want, you make it up, don't say you don't
I'm that crazy guy people don't trust
It's really tough out there, tough wherever you go, homeboy
Homeboy

Here I come back again, son
If I have money, I don't care
Your crucifix won't save you
Mom always tells me not to be so tough

But I'm a true child of the early morning
It's too late for later, don't tire her out
I don't like gossip, don't ask me anything
Talk to me about business, that's what matters to me

Nuevo Leon, the lion's kingdom
A puddle of guama on the ground for those in jail
Also for those in the cemetery
Where's all the weed-smoking crew at?

I live in the present, don't think about tomorrow
I know where I'm going, I'm always the winner
A joint of moya with a guama
That's how I feel happy, fame never mattered to me