From Culiacan, Sinaloa, with my friend Edgardo
One of the original corridos
Ready my friend Jesus, and pure Fuerza Regida
Let's go then
Go on old man

It wasn't all easy, I also had to suffer a lot
Walking barefoot on the street, my feet are burning
I prayed to Saint Judas while I held up the hunger

I'm from a poor family, someone had to find a way out
My dreams were clear, I had goals ahead of me
I turned the coin, I wanted big bucks

Thank you for the lessons, Don Roque, I'm ready
You know that I won't slack, we keep pushing forward
Many years have passed and I don't suffer hunger anymore

And it changed, call after call on the cellphone
Now it's my turn, I won't turn back
With my Guzman Salazar hat on

Here it goes my friend Jesus

Many tricks for the game, one has to study
It doesn't matter how many friends you have, they won't show you the way
They don't want to see you on the top and want to leave you below

Searching so much for life, you have taken something important from me
That night is unforgettable, I suffered so much
The hits on the Tahoe, rest in peace brother

And it changed, call after call on the cellphone
Now it's my turn, I don't turn back
With my Guzman Salazar hat on

That's it, my friend, it is only pure Fuerza Regida, old man
Fuck yeah old man, and cheers for the street mafia
Cheers Culiacan, Sinaloa, fam
Alright bro

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