In the sky, in hell I take it easy
I'm in the fire
The blood I carry is heavy
My brother in heaven, we will remember you
Two pistols are made of steel, they protect me
I carry them wherever I move
I navigate the streets
The H is the terrain where I stroll

I've enjoyed life since I was a kid and that's how I liked it
Every now and then I go to the town, they already know who I am
"It's a Camaro in a mess", it was heard among the people
But it makes it clear what we take care of
Family is first, that's why I'm in this position
My father is the boss, I have his support, he gave it to me
To be exact, I am the son, the son of the lord

And with this we go to Sonora, old men
Eah!

A small plane in the air
Deserts and seas, I fly over cities
I light up and my troubles go away
I bring two godmothers who don't give a damn
I also like the mess
Pulling the party, I have good endurance
In the sky, in hell I take it easy
I'm in the fire

The thunder of a horn accelerates me and I feel the pressure
I like the hard stuff and that's always been my addiction
Also a lady who dances for me is a pleasure
Without leaving names, so as not to burn ourselves, it's better that way
I'm chilling in Sonora, I already have a click on
Greetings to the compa the Pistol, we are here at a million
To be exact, I am the son, the son of the lord

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