Harina de Costal

I remember the house where I lived
The streets that shaped my life
One taco wasn’t enough for everyone
I had to hustle and found a way in the dangerous business

I never could learn from books
I had better luck buying in bulk
Then I got a chef in the kitchen
At first, we sold weed, then we moved up
Pure cocaine

In this business, you gotta take risks
'Cause there are no mistakes and no hours to clock in
I carry a Beretta for anyone who wants to mess around
And even if it seems quiet, with a couple of shots, I made it talk

I’m gonna smoke a little something
I don’t stress about what others say
I’ve got the market, I know how to work
Pure sack flour

In Colombia, I have a buddy
He’s the one keeping me stocked
And here I send it to the gringos
In the car, it’s packed tight, not even the dogs can smell it
Cash coming back

In this business, you gotta take risks
'Cause there are no mistakes and no hours to clock in
I carry a Beretta for anyone who wants to mess around
And even if it seems quiet, with a couple of shots, I made it talk

I’m gonna smoke a little something
I don’t stress about what others say
I’ve got the market, I know how to work
Pure sack flour