La Jugada (feat. Ecko, Yubeili, Lefty SM y Don Rafaelo)

Tell me, Emill
What's up, Rafa?

They saw how much I struggled
To be where I am
How many times my mom cried

I adapted to the street
May God forgive me
But I already like this life

So that my people never lack anything
We remain strong, we know the move
Always discreet, with the weed well hidden
I look for trouble and I answered the call

And now they see us well with 100 dollar bills
With the armored van and the girls too
The blunt rolled up and ready to light up (ah)
And who's going to confront me now that I made it? (hey)

(Okay)

Arriving at D.F., looking for the cash
Meetings with bosses with a couple of shorties
I keep avoiding the sheriffs who want to catch me for how I make money

Who's going to confront me? I'm going straight ahead
I set the business on fire (okay)
All the blondes bring to light
Because today we're going to mess around, we're going to celebrate

No need to hustle anymore
Now I bring them on the invoice
I got all the babies to suck
And I even have mom proud

Closer, it always adds up
I rise like foam while I release the smoke [?] decompress (yeah)
A long journey and now I make the corridos walking

I invoice and keep looking for (money)
That's the motto of the gang
In my crew we don't accept softies
I open the stable if I accelerate the Lambo

I'm not looking for myself so you don't lack anything
So that when I have a child, he'll be proud of daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy

If I made it, what are you going to say to me?
Son of a bitch, that's how I am, that's how I'm going to die
Many sleepless nights and chasing my dreams
And now that I made it, my mom is happy

I'm with a lot of Mary
Now I look down on them
Today I don't feel the heat because the top is very cold

I bring something different
I don't leave my people behind
We're making money even though we're not criminals

They saw how much I struggled
To be where I am
How many times my mom cried

I adapted to the street
May God forgive me
But I already like this life

So that my people never lack anything
We remain strong, we know the move
Always discreet, with the weed well hidden
The girls look for me, I answer their call

(The La Planta at home, eyow, eyow, yes, yes)

I'm with pure bastards
Smoking on the road
I carry my rosary, a lot of cash and some craziness

It doesn't matter who doesn't want me
The neighborhood is waiting for me outside
I'm going to buy whatever I want
My wallet is fat

I uncork a bottle to toast calmly, looking at what I achieved (haha, cheers)
The shortcomings no longer hurt, nor the one with me, what I cried for worked (blop, blop) (How?) (Wuh)

Crazy, one day I told myself the truth
Sad sitting on the curb
I'll never forgive myself if I don't make it
No matter what

I'm their nightmare (haha, hold on)
They won't humiliate me anymore
I achieved mine (haha, hey)
Smoking to relax (It's Lefty, man)

So that my people never lack anything
We remain strong, we know the move
Always discreet, with the weed well hidden
I look for trouble and I answered the call (hey)