Escolta Personal

I shoot up, always alert
With a gun and a disco hat
Magazines in the vest ready for any noise
At the orders of the boss and his son

It's the personal escort of the Zambada descendant
Vultures take flight
The plaza is guarded
We wanted to stay, bumps listen to this call

At some surprise party
Even if danger is sensed
In two flags we sail, death will be the destination
They settle scores with those who act too smart

Forewarned is forearmed
Don't feel offended
If the waters are rough, why jump into the river?
No one dies on the eve, the ballad confirms it

And here's a shoutout to my buddy Fatan
And don't get upset, my black buddy

In the personal escort of the Zambada descendant
Vultures take flight
The plaza is guarded
We wanted to stay, bumps listen to this call

We are forging our destiny
Without fear of making mistakes
He who dies is not alive and he who lives is enjoying
Among comrades and friends, we risk our lives

They don't excuse sins, they are very aware of that
The boss gives us the order
We carry it out in the heat of the moment
We are part of the cartel of my Sinaloan cartel

There's no way to know
The day, much less the hour
There's no bargaining with death, even if she's a good lady
We'll continue the same, with tomorrow and now