7 Balas

Here it goes, buddy Obeth
All the way to Chicago

Pay attention because I'm going to mention my nickname
I'm from Chicago, I make myself noticed
They call me The Kilos from my city

I'm just another one
Lightened by selling weed
Of course, I couldn't stay behind
I like to burn pure quality

In a good club
I like to spend the little bills
Women are my weakness
I like to work over in Denver

Seven bullets that have hit me
My body all marked up
A thousand times I almost died
With the gang, I risked my skin

My buddy Armando
This is pure GodKing Records
Up Sonora

In Chicago is the neighborhood that saw me grow up
I risked it all in La Villita
I carry 30th Street in my mind
From Sonora, Hermosillo, my second city
A neighborhood guy who wanted to succeed
I set my mind to it and I could achieve it

If I go to heaven or to hell
I don't care anymore, I live content
I don't know that thing called fear, that's why I'm still here
Holding on, pushing the kilos
My products generate cash

Many know it
I have my reasons to sell
My family gives me their blessings
That's why, I don't look for other options

My beautiful daughter, how I adore you
The most sacred, my great treasure
I'm in heaven and no one can bring me down from here
I wish luck to those who want to reach me
Although I doubt they can match me

I fell into jail
They wanted to lock me up for over ten years
I have a connection that could get me out
With money, all doors open

Seven bullets that have hit me
My body all marked up
A thousand times I almost died
With the gang, I risked my skin