Cholo (part. Natanael Cano)

(God, why ask for your forgiveness?)
(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)
(If you're so kind that every day you bless me)
(And your most precious gift, I know it's coming my way)
(But it won't be when they want it)
(It'll be when you call me)
Something's coming, cholo (just like that, something's coming, cholo)
Hey (something's coming, cholo)

Something's coming, cholo, something's coming, trust me
Simple and easy, still just to make you laugh alone
'Cause I'm missing and all the gossipers
Are everywhere, but doing nothing, better off with nada

Here chilling, smoking a joint
Counting the cash I made from coke
I'm no saint and the bad follows me
From PR to the Big Apple, and from the Big Apple, keep it coming

The tigers run the show, man, Cartel Nahua's still active
Here in Sonora, the tigers, the tigers got fangs
201 the tactical crew and Los Diablos
And with the ten, they're connected on the radios

Why ask for your forgiveness if you've forgiven me for everything?
God is so kind that it doesn't matter how many I've killed
I go out friendly and I know, life will catch up with me
But to get to me, know that no one has reached me

The Cheyenne tougher than hell
The damn girls come to me all alone
They love danger and being in the fire
But sometimes in the easiest situations, they get shaky

Ah
And I don't get down
Don't you see I was born tough?
I cover my face, cock my piece, and strap on my gear
Here I got wings
The scorpions don't fly, in this case, they flew, hey

They want
To take me down and can't
In the clouds, my pleasures
I live it up with women
Throwing parties every weekend, there's power

They want
To try, they can't
If I navigate, they know I'm always on the edge
When they want me to jump, I jump like a frog, jump

My mom knows me, she knows how I hustle
As a kid, I dreamed I’d be a narco
Everything goes through Checo, the boat flows are done
In a jungle for two months looking for work, all right

Everything's expensive and paid, I don't stop
If they turn on lights behind me, my dude, I don't stop
I'm always living an intense life in my car
If she's looking, she's with me, I got her rolling, baby

No one can stop me
Those who ask if I'm bad, they know I am
They talk like they were there, but they weren't
Three months hiding, 'cause the feds were after me (were after me)

I always carry ice just in case
She likes to feel it when I hug her, I don't spend
Much better for her in diamonds
She gives them in gangsta style, but they're all informants

Something's coming, cholo, something's coming, trust me
Simple and easy, still just to make you laugh alone
'Cause I'm missing and all the gossipers
Are everywhere, but doing nothing, better off with nada

Here chilling, smoking a joint
Counting the cash I made from coke
I'm no saint and the bad follows me
From PR to the Big Apple, and from the Big Apple, keep it coming

And I don't get down
Don't you see I was born tough?
I cover my face, cock my piece, and strap on my gear
Here I got wings
The scorpions don't fly, in this case, they flew

(They want) (they want)
(To take me down and can't) (to take me down and can't)
In the clouds, my pleasures
I live it up with women
Throwing parties every weekend, there's power

(They want) (they want)
(To try, they can't) (to try, they can't)
If I navigate, they know I'm always on the edge
When they want me to jump, I jump like a frog, jump (jump)