Here wandering through the streets with smuggled rhymes
I brought you fine style, 47 brings the command
From San Luis to the streets of Chicago
I hang with pure outlaws supplying the whole market

Cactus Colombia, let the addicts and mummies dance
This is for my flag, I carry it in my memory
From the lowest neighborhoods of California
Many threw stones at me dreaming of living my story

Stay quiet if you know nothing about me
I don't forget anyone, much less my crew
I don't lower my gaze, we go out at dawn
So there are no traces, they have their faces covered

It's 4:20 to board the plane
My notebook, my speaker, and my blunt accompany me, for sure
Mexican until death, bastard
On this side, there's no fear, we have no compassion

I'm going to get so damn high
That I get lost and my mouth goes numb
From so many drugs, I feel like everything's exploding
It's another crazy night I spend with my crew
Burn the drop, the rock, and also the weed
Terror in the truck, the girl goes crazy
Burn the drop, the rock, and also the weed
Terror in the truck, the girl goes crazy

I slaughter them on the microphone, I have a lethal flow
I'm still the same crazy, I'm still the same real
Brother, no one will ever make us change
Brother, there's no cure for this disease

I'm going to get so damn high
That I get lost and my mouth goes numb
From so many drugs, I feel like everything's exploding
It's another crazy night I spend with my crew
Burn the drop, the rock, and also the weed
Terror in the truck, the girl goes crazy
Burn the drop, the rock, and also the weed
Terror in the truck, the girl goes crazy

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