Coroné!

Shining, building an empire
Pouring out happiness
In my life, I’m in control
I want to see you all enjoying
The fruits of our labor
That we’ve worked so hard for
The goods with Bolivian products
We bring them up from the ground
Kilos of white powder
We arrive hot, we connect
Bags full of stacks
Of American bills

Quality
Right there
Too much elegance
More life
I want cash
Alchasha
Like a flash

I’m inspired, I notice I’m still breathing
I feel so blessed
And grateful to God
I celebrate that the Lord gave me brains
To make a serious deal
I don’t break my word
Rifles, 'cause times are hostile
These aren’t childish matters
You’re talking hundreds of thousands
The mountains shelter me when there’s war
It’s my people, it’s my land
The doors never close

Destruction
Betrayal
Not here
Not at all
I’m good
I’m doing well
I like
Those with a hundred
All good

Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!
Crowned!