Today we sold a hundred notebooks, they weren't made of paper
Today I want to feel free, I danced while being imprisoned
The wheel keeps turning because that's what it's for
Lots of cash in the shop, always running at a hundred

Just like that
I navigate on the edge of the knife always and I don't slip
And they want to take me down
And they don't know that I have a team with the sticks and if we need to pull, I pull
Books and notebooks, good machine guns
For those who want to get in, we have a response
We achieve our goals without having to go to school
That I would never be able to, they said in the past, yo

And that's how it sounds, and that's how Ovi sounds, pa' (uh-uh)
Buddy Ovi
Pure corridos tumbados, uh
Let it sound solid, old man
Humble Ranch

Little blue papers, there are no greens here
Only brand new Franklins, I left the USA
Little green flowers because I feel stressed
A parrot will always be green wherever it is

Never ever
Trust anyone because there's always a dog that comes and bites your arm
And talking too much
In my vocabulary that's not there, clown, I don't disguise myself
And since I was little, I was taught to make firewood and I will always do it
I am the same as yesterday
I never sell out, neither for money nor for fear
I know well what needs to be done, lots of money and power

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