Mambo Para Los Presos

(Tell me, Yiordano Ignacio)
(Uoh-oh)
(Yeah, listen)
(Bayron Fire)
(Ha, ha)
(Tell me, Bayron)
(Yeah, the best of the new era with the best flow)

This jam goes out to the incarcerated
To those with a troubled mind
So my people can hear the new track from the criminals
This banger is for the thieves
Here we’re anti-cops, but they ask which bank we hit
There are millions of reasons

A thief is a punk when he’s a minor
But always with the blessing of the Lord
We don’t buy from the big cop, traveling and stealing, but what’s better?
Heading to Europe listening to Estopa
My worldwide record, ask in Europe
One always goes solo, never with a crew
And the fake ones think they’re real because of their clothes
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin

When you’re down, the homies disappear, and they expect someone to be loyal
And if they don’t know loyalty is earned, what are you doing that’s illegal?
A thief sees cash, and a fool is out of control
I’m packing heat and I’m flying like a rocket
And why does the envious always stick their nose in?

This shout-out goes to the incarcerated and to my brother whom I pray to God
I won’t deny it, the streets are rough
It’s obvious money doesn’t come easy
Not just the thief is the one who lies
It’s that everyone’s regretting now
Just because they’re missing a tooth doesn’t make them a criminal, there are innocent people locked up
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin

Hey kid, listen to my advice
Don’t stray off, you’re making progress
For what’s coming, you need a heart of steel
The streets teach you to be tough, and for that
Fight for your own, give it your all
The fools are fools, they don’t even give a damn
You do your thing and free for the incarcerated
You do your thing, free for the incarcerated, oooh-uooh
Free for all the incarcerated
Because we’re out here cutting the cheese
Oooh-uooh

Free for all the incarcerated, blessings
From the heart for those chasing the cash
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin
Counting the bundles, smoking a blunt
There are no friends, just a coat made of leopard skin
Haha, yeah
Hey
For all those rocking leopard skin
We’re smoking a blunt
Tell me, Yiordano Ignacio, Yiordano Ignacio, uooh
Pudahuel South

Supporting Chilean talent, Bayron Fire, tell me Bayron Fire
Tell me Boy Fire, diamond music, perfect music, Yiordano the one of the future
We’re active now, making music by the tons, tell me.