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Like the ballad, I line up bastards
We make the decisions and set the missions
Routes, shipments, trucks and planes
From the cartel 'we are in charge, keep growing, gentlemen
It's a pleasure to be a boss

I always support my father, I will never let him down
Ten thousand irons thunder
Avoid the shame of being dinner
And it is for war
Drones and tostones, monsters in the mountains

Here we are, in Jalisco
Shoot each other and see if you come out alive
We remain in the lead
The whites look for us, they also ask for kilos

Get to him
This is what your friend Neto sounds like, old man
And up La Perla, to hell

We do not forgive, he who does it, pays
I'm coming to drink a whiskey on top of the square
Time is very expensive because it flies
Richard Mille on my wrist, Jacob for the perfect occasion
With me, cockfighter, the blacks take care of us

Almost controlling the map, there, so you can do the math
From La Mancha to Alfa
My mother on my chest, I will never need her
Encrypted lines
To protect La Perla, armored vehicles are unnecessary

Here we are, in Jalisco
Shoot each other and see if you come out alive
We remain in the lead
The whites look for us, they also ask for kilos