PROBLEMAS

Yo, what’s up, dogs
Black and white
From the nineties
Straight up, holy dogs
That damn Deca
On the scratches
For the damn grind
And the crew from 473, dude
All the way to Santa Fe
For all of Mexico
For the whole world
For all the neighborhoods

I’ve got a bunch of problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s asleep
So many problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system
I’ve got a lot of problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system
I’m caught up in problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s asleep
Even if they say my crazy life has no cure
I’m still on the streets
Coke, weed, and rock, we’re always the ones causing chaos
For the real ones, for my homies, for Tornillo and Miravalle
For the neighborhoods in Mexico, for Jalisco, and Guasave too
I won’t let them step on me, or let the cops check me
I’ve got my weed with four clips, a nine and an R15
Since I was 13, I throw the S, if you don’t like it, die like the fish do
By their own mouth, I’m stuck with two or three fights
If it’s your turn, it’s your turn, I’m patrolling the hood in the truck
I’ve got a bunch of problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s asleep
So many problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system
I’ve got a lot of problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system

I’m caught up in problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s asleep
Drugs, money, and fame
Girls, tequila, and big beers
Run if the drama pops off
Pop it, light it, and smoke that bud
Cover my wound, give me back my life
Once you’re in, there’s no way out
We’ve got the white stuff and good weed
Always on call, whatever the boss needs
Death has taken a few friends, and it hurt
But here I am, thank God I never give up, always taking action
I saved myself from prison, was a victim of betrayal, damn temptation is consuming my damn
Addiction
I’m not scared anymore, 'cause I know I can, I like danger
I always take risks
Fuck the ego, it falls right away, I’ve got that cholo vibe, you can tell when I arrive
They can’t handle me, I take them off track, I’m here in Santa Fe counting thousands
I smoke weed and also hit the hash, shout out to the favelas in Brazil
A river of blood in the alley, it wasn’t my intention, I don’t want to go to prison
Going to the hospital will be the only option, I still don’t want to go to the grave
Out there in Sinaloa
Out there for my family
For Guanajuato, that’s where my crew is
For the whole gang
You know I’m here
At the very top
I always carry heat
And the convoy’s on point
In my alley
(At the very top)
I’ve got a bunch of problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s asleep
So many problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system
I’ve got a lot of problems
The drugs are burning
Anxiety that’s messing with my system
I’m caught up in problems
The same old dilemma
I head out at 3 when everyone’s...