QUE SERÁ DE MÍ
Santa Fe Klan
WHAT WILL BECOME OF ME
Rolling through my crazy neighborhood
Yo
And if the cops come down, I’ll bounce, I’m outta here, I’m outta the hood
Hot blood, lost in my head, my mom tells me when I’m gonna change
This ain't living, it’s a mental illness, bro, you know it’s the same
We’ll take on any rival, I’m wildin’ out, sipping mezcal
If you wanna save yourself, then run, or get ready to be erased from this world
Jealousy and gossip are better left unsaid, I got my dogs to tear you apart
You can feel the danger here, in the alleys, shoutout to Cristian, to Sico and Solek
Deca lighting up the weed and that damn buddy making the tracks
Death walks outside
What will become of me when I die?
Just a handful of dirt
I’ll die in the crossfire
Nobody’s looking for me, nobody’s calling, I’m a child of the dawn
Dead-end street, crazy people, I got the neighborhood on lock
With a shaved head, my skin tattooed
Another beer, another hit
Psycho, crazy from the head
Some inhaling, others burning the light
Like us few, am I wrong?
Crazy stoner, whatever you want, I’ll play it for you
Turn up the volume, let the neighbor get mad
We own the street, we own the corner
So they can bring out the sativa, long live Mexico, long live
Pure craziness blasting from the speakers
The hood keeps dancing
We’re from Santa, still moving it
The crew keeps burning it
Light it up, pop it, smoke it
Pure badasses, we’re tough, just say if you’re in or out
All bald heads, all stubborn and sagging in their pants
With a shaved head, my skin tattooed
I don’t care, borrowed life
Everything ends sooner or later
That’s why I’m still in the hood, drunk and stoned
Alright, dude, for all the hoods
From all over Mexico, Guanajuato
And pure Santa, fuck it
For that damn Solek, my buddy, Aldo, and the crew
For all the damn hoods, dude
Pure Mexico, Four Seven Three
Death walks outside
What will become of me when I die?
Just a handful of dirt
I’ll die in the crossfire
Death walks outside
What will become of me when I die?
Just a handful of dirt
I’ll die in the crossfire