We started from the bottom like many others
I started when I was 14 years old
They think that smuggling is very easy
It keeps growing and I'm withstanding the blows
And it's really f*cking tough
Give me a moment, I'm gonna light a cigarette
So I can go on with the story that I'm singing you today
The friend kept earning their trust
Every day he got more connected
State cops with intelligence rank
At my aunt's they came at me by force
They had me kidnapped for five hours
To top it off they robbed me of some cash
I managed to get out of it
The government comes down on you
Today even the DEA asks me for a few verses
They want me to sing for them
That it was because of a snitch
This sounds like Marca Registrada
26, the number on the jersey
From the Xolos, the doctor for the company
Newscasts that defame my person
Already want to put a price on my head
My Saint Jude goes tattooed on my chest
That old man is the one that always looks after me
A Glock 19 for defense
It's on me for any kind of offense
In a Cherokee I cruise through Chula Vista
And I also roll through San Isidro
I count on the love of my dear mom
I'm more than grateful to my wife
And the paper is very short
To those from the government
For my buddy Búho here's the shout-out
I left you the recipe in this song