I flew past the cops and that's just the beginning
A guacamole cruising through the city
Laid back and short, from the 6-0-2
Little brother Chila, the kid doesn't back down
Pure seriousness and ready to detonate
He carries long guns, .45 and more
Fearless in action, he heats up

Straight or crooked, money is money and that's it
I spend it and I earn it and it doesn't weigh me down to pitch
If I bat I win and if I pitch I win more
And if you wonder who I'm talking about, well here it goes
Raulito, my dad, started drinking with his brother
And for my old man who is in heaven, he gives me protection

And it doesn't weigh me down, old men
Even less tomorrow
Pure Junior H, uh

Sonora, Chihuahua, La Angelina, what does it matter?
Wherever the old man arrives he has real friends
A trio of queens that is used to win
My woman, my girl and my mother must not be missing
Luck is on my side, an extra blessing
It falls from the sky, there's also betrayal
And that's not the worst, but what does it matter?

Champion and a slave, sporty, the Rolex goes
Laid back corridos and a heavy convoy behind
They play my corrido and it makes me want to drink
And the stutterer that is ready to sound
All private, lots of friends
Wine or Tecaton, I pull a good band
There's the best for the lift

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