Soy Angel Soy Diablo Soy El Ondeado

In a convoy, I roll out, maybe you've seen me, but you can't imagine
That a big arsenal with a criminal mind is cruising through hellish paths
My crew's on point, they do their jobs, they don't hold back
Seeing the corpses, and they already know, I'm bloodthirsty, I sign
With heavy artillery, torture from bullets, sharp knives
For the Sinaloa cartel, I offer my life and my services without a doubt

For getting too hyped when I’m pissed, I got my nickname
They call me the Ondeado, and they repeat it well when I get fired up
M1 in the presence, they know it’s serious, I charge in without fear
Felix Torres, crossed out name and surname, my son was brave
Since that moment, it’s been torment for me, I’m not the same
I’m an angel, I’m a devil, I’ve become the Ondeado

A dynasty has been built, my family, my last name is Torres
Honor is what Felix founded, I carry his name with pride
They call me Manuel, the pleasure is mine, but they already know me
In Culiacán, Sinaloa, the kids today respect me a lot
I opened the paths, and it was my destiny to keep fighting
With my AK-47, I defend what’s mine and what belongs to the business

You can see the trucks following closely, and on the retreat
Mission accomplished, another one off the list, and no one saw a thing
You could hear rifles of various calibers, they found the bullets
The photo presented was secured back at my ranch
With which they identify me, and I know the ugly ones and the washed-up ones are watching me
Keep it safe, and I stand up to tell you something
Only then can you imagine having me in your hands.