Goodbye!
They’ve heard me around
There must be plenty of gossip, I don’t care
I like to work
And if the order is to kill, it’s not questioned
I’ll pray to the devil
And I bring the toner behind, it’s my shadow
And those who misbehave
There’s no room to talk here, I throw them in the pit
I bring only ex-military
And I command a group of gentlemen in my area
And without much boasting
I depend on the Guzmáns, affirmative copy
Rifles that you can’t even imagine, I have them here, ready
I’ve seen Death up close and it still hasn’t claimed me
So I keep operating
Goodbye
So they know, cousin
All Double P
Just like that, cousin
A homemade armor
A cigar for relaxation and a wash
Of military footwear
Two pistols and a SCAR, I visit the tied-up
One Thursday in Culiacán
How could I forget we fought?
The mission was to save
A general’s son, 200 the one in command
A medicinal touch
To go out on patrol well armed
I bring two Cheyennes behind
They’re listening to rap, the young ones are well taken care of
I’ve got scars all over my body, also a few bullets
But I feel like new, I’ll keep throwing punches
Here I am, in command