El Campeon

In the city of champions where I was born
Inglewood, to be exact
Since I was a kid, dreamed of having lots of cash
In '19, I started grinding
A street name's stuck to me
They'll hear the corrido of Antrax
A tough guy, so don’t mess with him, if there's a mistake, you’ll pay

The weekend's coming up with balloons and a Bel Air to toast
Fake friends started slipping away from me
My true friends are right here
Living a double life, some know what I mean, devil by night, saint by day
Here’s a solid piece of advice
If you want something, you gotta work for it

You’ll always be smiling if they see you
He carries the blood of Jalisco
If you need gas, he’ll gladly hook you up at half price
I’m not a mobster, and I’m not a cholo
So don’t get the wrong idea
I’m listening to the guitars from Inglewood
Now it’s time to party

The checks I cashed are clearing up
They see me at the casino, ready to bet
A humble man and a very sincere friend
If you need him, he won’t turn his back
The weekend's coming up with balloons and a Bel Air to toast
And for those who don’t know me, I’m Antrax, this corrido identifies me.