Vida Mafiosa

Sitting on a cooler
and listening to a corrido
I took a hit from the chivo horn surrounded by my friends
with the verses they remembered everything that
I've been in life

I disappear for seasons when there's no need to show my face
I get dark and don't wake up if it's about a job
I don't have anyone to push me
I throw myself into the water alone

The ground heated up for me, they were looking for me as a mafioso
They blamed me for several deaths that were published in the press
And as if that wasn't enough
they even accused me of having rifles

And up in the mountains, cousin
throw some Montez

I disappear for seasons when there's no need to show my face
I get dark and don't wake up if it's about a job
I don't have anyone to push me
I throw myself into the water alone

I like to listen to advice but don't send me anything
When something goes wrong for me, no one scolds me
I walk wherever I want with ladies and comrades