Do you want me to tell my story? Gladly, I’ll tell you
Far away I was raised, didn’t even know the pavement
I came to the city for a better living
I’m refined and a good friend, an enemy of conflict
I drink and sometimes smoke, but I’m not addicted
Having bigger balls, I’m still undefeated
I have to endure laughter and play the fool
They think I have nothing because I’m quiet
They treat me like garbage and I recycle myself
Some say I’m good, others say I’m scum
Both are right, I can be a good person
But also a real jerk, it all depends on the story
I like what’s good and I show what I have
Some call me “flashy” and think I’m full of myself
It’s a shame if it’s not mine and I boast about another’s donkey
And all of this has cost me because I’m not from high society
I’m not a daddy’s boy, I worked hard for what I have
I took several beatings, but that’s how I learned
Don’t play the humble or the good guy
They’re very nice to some and arrogant to others
They stab me in the back and confront me face to face
Here everything is competition and they screw you if you have money
Nowadays there are no friends because it’s all about convenience
And I hope this corrido makes their conscience itch