Kódigos (feat. Tornillo)

(Unit, Santa Fe, red code)
The pincheguero on the microphone
With Tornillo
Hey, oh

I'm from a place where getting ahead seems difficult
Deaths and drugs I've run with luck, it's not easy
When will the damn poverty and crisis end?
You hurt my heart, I even suffer from psychosis

Since I was 12 making noise
Envy arrived and this started to sound
Street law, look and be silent
Join with spiders and they teach you to climb

Between good and bad
Green I smoke, white I inhale
Crazy since I was a kid
You tell me who and I pull

Knocked them down for messing around
I'm neither good nor bad
If you want to try me, I'll try you
Come to knock them down

Let them say who, who wants war
We have everything well controlled out there
If you don't believe, come, come see the skull
I won't take anything with me the day I die

I don't even trust my own shadow
Don't get into trouble
Don't mess with mine
I'll send my people after you, motherfucker

My clique attacks you, overshadows you
The virgin protects me
And also the skinny one

I'm from a place where getting ahead seems difficult
Deaths and drugs I've run with luck, it's not easy
When will the damn poverty and crisis end?
You hurt my heart, I even suffer from psychosis

If they have hands, don't grab me
If they have feet, may they not reach me
If they have eyes, don't see me
If they have a tongue, may they not defame me

Red eyes, dry mouth
Crazy life, crooked life
With Tornillo and Deca
Just partying in the lleca

I'm losing patience
You don't know about my experiences
Music is my anesthesia
We are just foolish people

Emergency call
I'm the damn bad influence
We're going to send you to the emergency room
It's been a long time since I went to church

I don't bark, I bite
I hardly ever lose
Here I am with the blonde one
And we'll see each other in hell

Controlling the terrain
We are the good ones
Those enemies
We shoot them with poison

I want tequila, beer, and bucana
My neighborhood rules, pure Mexican race
I want more hip-hop, more drugs, more jainas
And may marijuana never be missing in the mornings

I'm from a place where getting ahead seems difficult
Deaths and drugs I've run with luck, it's not easy
When will the damn poverty and crisis end?
You hurt my heart, I even suffer from psychosis

We are the good ones
The good ones—
Crazy life—
Crooked life
Pure Mexican neighborhood