Vivimos Como Capos (feat. Homer El Mero Mero y L-Gante)

Hey
This is not music, it's a drug, hey

We were born to win, we only invoice
The green is coming and here we burn it
We like to spend, we live like bosses
Firm with my people, those who come from below
Now I go out with golden rims
What I have, I earned it on my own
I'm raising the bar, bastards, I just keep getting better
We already made it, that's obvious
I adorn my neck with cold
Now that we're on top, I see a couple nervous

And for those who said we couldn't, let them see that we made it
(Long time ago)
And for those who turned away, don't think we forgot
(Yeah, yeah, heard? Bastard, listen)
For those who always believed, we have more than we dreamed
(Something new to the ear; this is not music, it's a drug, hey)
Today no one can front me, here I'm the tough one
They messed up
Let's go, let's go
I am the Mero Mero, hey, haha

When my time comes, I want
Them to remember this bandit
In my land and abroad
For everything I did on this ground

Kilos, bullets, pills, guns
In battle, I won the crown
I always had control of the area
I shot myself in a Toyota Corolla

And my dreams were fulfilled
And the police's dream was lost
Because I was looking out for theirs and mine
And theirs was mine, I am the bandit

Don't boast in the street, my buddy, don't faint on me
Pass me the shovel to hit those who scratch
If this bad life doesn't want me to fail
I like money, tequila, and the street
Gentlemen, if I die, don't cry for me
Better bring me flowers

Bad singers, sounding in the corners
Let Mexico get excited because this is going down
They already know where it's going, they know where it is
I know very well where it is, I will never forget it
I know I'm going to kill it, soon I'll die a millionaire
Now I'm throwing money in the neighborhood
This song will play on the radio
Music for drug lords and hitmen, gentlemen

Now we're cool, having a great time
Good Mary burning in the blunt
For those who love me, I send them a hug
And for those who hate me, listen to the song

In my neighborhood, the rhythm is there, my people support me
Because we are humble and we hit the streets
Because I have brothers who are tough, who live on tour
Cumbia 420, with hands up inside the party
We went off track, we went to the top, making it clear
That those who disappeared when we were in trouble, now shouldn't even try

Because for those who said we couldn't, let them see that we made it
And for those who turned away, don't think we forgot (L-Gante, what's up?)
For those who always believed, we have more than we dreamed (it was)
Today no one can front me, here I'm the tough one
They blinked