Aquel Morrillo

As a child, that kid who they didn't see a future in
My little father by my side did what he could
In the streets when I was very young, I liked to wander around
I'm not saying I struggled, but I have made an effort

Thanks to my little bosses, there's food on my plate
To get where I am, I haven't backed down
I've had problems but here I am
The pigs caught me for organized crime

No problem, I'm on the ball, I'm ready for anything
One night they shot at me a few times
The car I was driving was badly damaged
Bullets flying, they didn't hit me, thanks to my saint

As a child, that kid, now I'm ready for anything
Pure Regida Force
Another problem
A few years have passed since that attack

Now everything underwater with fewer guests
Pure envy, even the family doesn't like me being on top
A shoutout to my buddy Fili who's like a brother
To my woman for putting up with so much mess

To my friends, the relatives who keep supporting me
I take flight in my double S all the time
Weapons are my delirium when I shoot them
The twenty-seven, the thirty-eight, Saint Judas embedded

To the beach, to drink with two X's in hand
A Don Julio, Rémy Martin, seventeen, thirty-eight
Live music, play corridos, and some sighs