Con Olor a Cuero

With the smell of leather
The belt that holds his gun
With his personal grips
Showing off the badge of the crew
Not just anyone can wear it
The short one's made of gold

A tough truck to visit the mountains
Out there in Badi, from his roots
In that land of brave souls
Just like his kin
With honor in his blood

Carrying the flag he bears
Costs a pretty penny, but it’s a privilege
To be born into that crew
The bikes, the racers, streams, ravines, and trails
He’s about to take off to his grandpa's ranch

Chowing down with family
Or just having a good time
With his cousins, rolling a joint
With some cush or maybe cold beers
Nothing beats the mountains
He’s living it up there

In the city, driving sports cars
And it’s to show off a Rolex
With the most beautiful girls
Maybe bleeding hearts in Guadalajara
That life is beautiful and a chill is deserved
A luxury car rolls by, looking impressive
Maybe out there in the pearl or a tough one in the mountains
Life is beautiful when you work hard
To treat yourself, you gotta hustle hard