Plata o Plomo

Chill out (hahaha)
They can't lift a finger (any resemblance to reality)
You can either accept my deal (it's the dog of the c)
Or face the consequences
And well
Silver or lead (we gotta take them out, swift)

The silver's gone, it's lead now
And smoke from the weed that I puff
For you, there's no silver, just lead
For those who left and we keep going

We grew up in the gangs
Bang-bang, band music
Always high and partying
We grew up as cholos, alone, dickies and lolos
You know what I'm sayin', what I roll up
Burn and race in the gang
Hit the bang-bang with the band
Always high and partying
In between cholos, jumpin' the lolos
Pass me another blunt, I don't roll
They want to see me down and the wacho up top
I went to the gabacho all high and drunk
They ask where I'm from, bro, pure guanatos
If the cops ask, it was these guys
If the bullets ever get me
Virgin of Guadalupe, watch over me
I left my family back there
More family waits for me here (crime)
Let them make corridos in my name
Let them sing it on November 2nd
Let them tell that one day I was poor
That, even if I'm rich, one day you're gonna die
From the tricolor, from the narcocorridos
Where San Judas and Santa Muerte are
Where kilos of coke are sold
And if you're a snitch, you're not lucky (wuh, wuh)

I'm Mexican
Me and my crew, locate us (-us)
They don't talk to me (no, no), we act
And if they jump (ah), we jump them
Where we come from (what?)
What the tongue says, the balls apply
What's up? Where we came from (what?)
Not one of you gets in, you bastards, you're new, oh

The silver's gone, it's lead now
And smoke from the weed that I puff
For you, there's no silver, just lead
For those who left and we keep going
Here there's no silver, just lead
The 98 from where we're from
We don't give silver, just lead
We really live it

In the booth, everyone’s a criminal
At home, anyone's brave
Hitting women, yeah, they're tough
But not with me!
I was waiting for you, but I know you'll never show up
Sincerely: The real cartel; mine
Come on, crime!
Whoever's afraid to die, let them eat it so they don't get born
Ha, hey, swift, turn that shit off already, I'm gonna leave this bastard more messed up than a chicken coop
From your ranch, the badass mastered trax!
Cha-cha-chau!