Jugadas

Yeah, time is giving me new faces
Ups and downs but nothing compares
To the plays of fury in the early hours
I leave my mark no matter what the brigade looks

Clear accounts we must learn to value
Not everything goes my way to be able to count
Not everything is gold but still dying to shine
If I'm at the end, but I sharpen to be able to cut
And I return, trying to calm the game

My freedom rests, firm ground
My spirit cleanses but I dirty it later
If it's my truth that will save me from all the fire
And I don't believe in the falsehood that moves them
The discussion without creation doesn't suit me much

My profession provides protection when trouble comes
Without more reason, it's my reason and what keeps me
Calm, playing the life I've been dealt
Smoking with my niggas, tending to my market

I fight for my move, the rest is put aside
There's no other way out but to stay involved
In this shit, without thinking about the day I lose
I feel like I'm winning and they have me against the ropes
I feel like I'm flying and I'm standing on my land
Traveling against the flow and driving with my left hand

And if I come back, it's to calm the game
Big business and disturbances set sail in my dogs
From north to south, stirring drugs in exchange for money
That's the hood and here in the south, we live rough

And my boys, know well how to stop the game
Big business and disturbances set sail in my town
From north to south, stirring drugs in exchange for money
That's the Hood and here in the south are the real ones

They are the real ones
Yeah
Yes, they are the Bardero$