Sin Miedo (feat. Gera MX)

Yo, yo
El Quesada and Gera
Just street people
Representing my outlaw race (oh-uh-oh)

Living the bad life-la-la-la-la
Bad life-la-la (yeah, yeah)
I want to get really sharp-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(This is the Santa Fe school)
And forget about whatever-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Always smoking a flight, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(Ya-ya-ya, ya-ya)

Ah, I bring the car and it goes brakeless, snakes throw venom
We throw dollars while I burn another blunt
No blasphemy, the scene is getting good
Greetings to Santa Fe and San Sebas, you're entering our territory

Heading to the studio in just shorts, ready to play with them
Queen, don't say no, you like to be in the arena
Here we are dominating, no matter if someone plays blind
2020 was sad, it took Kobe and Diego

Always loyal in my own way, not everyone gets it
You can see the whole street through my dark circles
Always shoot first if someone's waiting at home
Or they'll cry over you in a sad wooden box

No way I'll get lost, I came to control everything
With the blondie side by side, this record is worth gold
They were scared of this collaboration, but oh well, no way
We're making mud, toasting respect to my nickname

I pray for the early mornings when we had to lose the fear
For the lips that taught me to always be cold as ice
Always cold as ice (oh-uh-oh)

So the flight doesn't go down
Light up, with weed I stay up
I keep my feet on the ground
I don't want fame or money, I want respect

Aim, shoot, neither good nor bad
Mexican hip-hop, I'm very healthy
I clarify we're drunks and stoners
I'm lazy, I smoke green, inhale white

Look, I've proven it in several cases
When it's necessary to go back to the neighborhood
I sing with a heart in two pieces
With a broken soul, I'm a forsaken vagabond

Don't cry for me, I don't want tears, nor flowers
I don't want traitors, I want the owner of my loves
I ask my mother for forgiveness for all my mistakes
I don't think I'm anyone, but I'm among the best

It's not convenient for you to be my enemy
An old friend said it, there's punishment for the traitor
You are my light, and in the cold, you're my shelter
Only me and my loneliness are witnesses

Don't tell me you miss me, nor that you love me
I want more hip-hop, more drugs, beer, and women
Do you want problems, or tell me what you prefer?
Santa Fe, with spray, I paint you on the walls

Living the bad life-la-la-la-la
Bad life-la-la (yeah, yeah)
I want to get really sharp-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
(This is the Santa Fe school)
And forget about whatever-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya
Always smoking a flight, ya-ya-ya-ya-ya, ya-ya-ya-ya
(ya-ya-ya, ya-ya)

Ah, I'm the damn dog
Santa Fe Klan everywhere
For everyone, straight from GDL
Tell me, jayrick
Partners
Clean business, ah, long friendships
2000 and always, RV