And this one goes out to those who left
For everyone who ever doubted my talent
For everyone who leaned on me when I had money
I distance myself from fake people and all traitors

Many know that I'm not one for fights
Everyone labels me as bad because I defend myself
My beginnings in Tijuana on the border, it's true
That's where I gradually grew in the business

It's clear that if they respect, I respect
And for offenses without thinking, I lay down
In the corner of the map what I have
And I know well that there are a thousand colors but
The flag is green, I started from the bottom

Don't ask what you see
They know well that there's something here
I stayed alone with the firm ones and with the one who had faith

And so sounds your friend Luis R. Conríquez, old man
And pure Grupo Firme
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The border is what I defend
My brother is here with me, I warn you
A lot of power that we carry, a lot of armament
I'm still the same as always and I'm not bragging

From the streets is where I come from
I don't forget my roots and I hold onto that
I was born here in Tijuana and I bring the movement
Good luck changed me to keep growing

Many wars and not all won
Here I tell you what's in Tijuana
An arsenal of short, also long
Those are what my boys carry
Radios are on standby so that nothing goes wrong

I offer good friendship
And the short one to roll up
Who knows me says frog and knows that I'm going to jump

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