Cypher

Here I bring a gun for the damn who wants fire
I smell them from a distance, the damn ass-kissers
A .380 for the damn traitors
I'm not afraid of you, I've been risking it since I was a kid

Life is borrowed, it's worth nothing
That's why I enjoy it, in case it ends tomorrow
We hit the streets, it shows in our gaze
What the hell do I care if you don't like my lyrics?

At nineteen generating a lot of money
Even the good ones spread their legs for me
I don't trust people, many are scum
Always on the lookout for damn ticks

In the streets, there's no forgiveness for the traitor (Listen)
To the blessed one and the snitching people
For a good bill, anyone can take you out
Stay alert, death is around your area

All marked from head to toe
Here we take down the dog that gets in the way
We go out at night when the area is tense
Welcome to my streets, where sadness abounds

Bo-bo-boom, it falls, making a good sound
All those who look for me, if they come in here, they leave scared
Where are those confused ones
Who wanted to see me fail? But, bastards, they haven't been able to

On the fourth floor, it smells like pure marijuana
The girls come at night and leave until morning
All week, this is already a daily thing
With red eyes, I always look like a spider

Check, pure shit that infects you
We are the creation the planet needs
If I go out at night, I'm always on high alert
Mexico in the house, proudly wearing the jersey

Listen
It's Tornillo with Moler
2023, bro
From the cactus neighborhoods