La Bola 8

Dark windows in the car, and it ain't to block the sun
A .40 and long rifles for any situation
The truck's packed with thugs in case a mission comes up

The thug's gaze, I don't look like one
The kid who was obsessed with soccer
I didn't go to school, this life chose me
Little by little, I graduated with honors on the streets

La Cruz de Elota, where it all began
They saw me barefoot, now I’m dressed designer
I’m grateful to everyone who opened doors for me

I’m the youngest of my brothers, Martín and Ezequiel
Fernando watches over us from above, wherever he is
I know he’s looking out for our steps, that’s how he was
We miss you, bro, we’ll see each other again

Luck is for the weak, I learned to hustle
Money is for the brave, no one can stop me now
For the envious and the loudmouths, don’t scare the stutterer, she doesn’t sleep

Here’s to my buddy
To La Cruz de Elota, my old man
Yayai!

A good drink of 70 and the smoke in the wind
I start counting stars, thinking of my folks
Humble people, classy people, people of lineage
With all my heart, I proudly say that

I feel an emptiness in my chest since they’re gone
How I miss that smile from my mom
I miss my dad’s advice
And my little brother from heaven will watch over me

My pulse doesn’t waver to pull the trigger
Especially when it’s about protecting my own
Family is my treasure, and my world, my child

With this, I say goodbye, the rooster’s done
Here I am with a girl, and the parakeet is white
We’ll keep working to keep the ground clean
The eight ball is rolling away

Luck is for the weak, I learned to hustle
Money is for the brave, no one can stop me now
For the envious and the loudmouths, don’t scare the stutterer, she doesn’t sleep.