El Hijo de La Mafia

He was a promoter of artists
Known everywhere
The reality was different from what he promoted
It was kilos and he entered the big mafia
Through the influence of a friend

To enter this business
You have to have guts
The bosses told him
You'll risk your skin
And he answered very calmly
I already know the drill

In the first jobs
He gained trust
And was promoted to partner
Of the powerful gang
You are now a son of the mafia
The ones in charge told him

Born there in Sinaloa
Very close to the feeding trough
In the Aguacaliente ranch
Land of pure tough guys
Up united towns
Says my buddy Quintero

I like to risk my life
Like every Sinaloan
When the merchandise arrives
I call all my people
And in the blink of an eye
The white turns into green

I know one day they could kill me
But I don't want to be poor
How they see you is how they treat you
The world is opportunistic
They don't see your flaws
If you have money

I'm the son of the mafia
And I fulfill my duty
Distributing kilo by kilo
And sometimes even a hundred
The Colombian merchandise
Is distributed very well

Through Sinaloa and Arizona
Through California and Tijuana
Admired in the Suburban
Managed by Quintero

On one side he brings a lady
And on the other a grenade launcher