Buenas y Malas (feat. Lefty SM)

Eh-yo, it's damn Lefty
Flat Santa Fe Klan
Sonora and Guanajuato, crazy
Neto P on the controls

There are good and bad, without fear of bullets
I'm anti-bullets, let's see if you can handle it
That there is time and without hesitation I go slow
Here, dog, I present

Without stopping here I continue, crazy, there are good and bad
That every time I write they are bullets
Without fear even though the soldier checks me
But it's all good, crazy, it slides off me

I saw myself melted and I got up
I, homie, trusted and here I am still standing
Sweat is on my forehead and on my hands too
I will make the hundred-dollar bills worth it

I'm putting in the effort so that my name carries weight
I'm very happy that my crew is growing and growing
Everyone gets what they deserve and what I need is coming
And it's not because I'm a barbarian, crazy, I earned my spot

And I continue with the group, crazy, I don't turn the flag
Because since I started I said: I'm going to be for real
For the street gang, gangster life
I started first and look who sees me now

I keep going, crazy, I don't get cocky
If I've already climbed on a little airplane through the clouds
I don't feel more badass for looking at them from above
I feel more badass if I waste saliva on the mic

Yeh, The Massive Shit
Eh, let's go up

Without stopping here I continue, crazy, there are good and bad
That every time I write they are bullets
Without fear even though the soldier checks me
But it's all good, crazy, it slides off me

I saw myself melted and I got up
I, homie, trusted and here I am still standing
Sweat is on my forehead and on my hands too
I will make the hundred-dollar bills worth it

I learned in the street
Because I was tangled up in many problems
I lived between good and bad
But I keep singing for my flag

I had to lose in order to win
If I fall, I get up, that's my motto
No one is going to tell me what to do
Because we do it our way

This is not a hobby, bro, I call it my job
Today I take care of what I have because it has cost me so much
I have fallen, I have risen, I have never backed down
I don't hold back the desire, I want to be more than a bum

I'm a healthy, marijuana-smoking guy, I'm always alert
I dream and do what I have until today
I'm working hard, that's why there's sweat on my forehead
Anyway, between good and bad, we rock the whole block

Without stopping here I continue, crazy, there are good and bad
That every time I write they are bullets
Without fear, even though the soldier checks me
But it's all good, crazy, it slides off me

I saw myself melted and I got up
I, homie, trusted and here I am still standing
Sweat is on my forehead and on my hands too
I will make the hundred-dollar bills worth it