Pariente (feat. Myke Towers)

With the original corridos
Myke Towers, buddy
From PR
Indica, my buddy
To Cali, bro
Relative
Ha
Ah, he says

Here the dust is sold
No problems with the law
I'm breaking the ties
Don't be scared, I'm a thug

I grew up in the gunfire
And there's something to protect me
The cloned one echoing
Through the streets of my gang

Yes, on the plate you know I'm the one driving
Don't mess with me, you know I'm tough
More diamonds on the chain, it looks badass
I have ice on my neck, but a cold heart

PR taught me respect, my word gained weight
Those who left prison should come out soon
Flowers for the dead, yeah
I never envied, I always waited for my moment

Thanks to the connection I have abroad
That's my relative, with or without money
I'm still the same, I was born to be a king
I crown and celebrate the deals I closed

Yeah
Indica, buddy
He says
And we walk among the gunfire, relative

One who dies for
Waiting for me in the Fe-
Strange those who still doubt
Let them keep talking about me

On the wrist, a Patek
There are plenty of hundred-dollar bills
The mind is always blank
And I have the bank turned around

Yes, the plate knows I'm the one driving
Don't mess with me, you know I'm tough
More diamonds on the chain, it looks badass
I have ice on my neck, but a cold heart

Young Kingz, baby
Hell yeah, old man
SM Company, street mafia
A lot of cool stuff, son of a bitch, haha