Por Los Altos

I'm the terror, they say around here
That I'm the bad guy in a poorly told story
Better not say anything, just keep quiet

The envy here comes and goes
I just focus on working in the mafia
And I did it for fun, not because I needed to

With talent, you’re born, and here we are in the game
Money comes easy when you work hard
And here we are in the Heights where they’ve seen me
I wear the shirt of the four
And I’d never let it go

To the one with the M and R, my loyalty
A .40 that leaves good gold
Compadre Jairo, I remember him and I guard him like a treasure

All in with the 14 and the 10
In GDL and Vallarta, you see me cruising
A Rolex with diamonds and the sporty cars I drive

An armored one to patrol and stay safe
More than 200 guys ready to roll

And when it’s time to act
Gunshots ring out, drones explode
In opposing cars that I take down
Then we head out

Family is the main thing here
For them, I’d give my life
And to my mother
My respect for the good things she instilled in me

I wore the key of the parsero 2
Sometimes in smoke or designer, looking sharp
Depending on the occasion
A vest just in case we need to get serious

Grupo Alfa over here in Jalisco cleaning the area
In the Heights to be exact, see the armored rides
Patrolling trails and ravines
And if they’re messing around in the city, we’ll show up
Team of Terror, just to clarify