TRUCHAS (part. Luis R Conriquez)

Damn it, son of a bitch!
And here, at night-

The mind I carry is trained
Pascual for the calm if work needs to be done
Ready in the business, just like that, a hit
To calm my head, so it doesn’t burn out

Watch out if they think they can screw me over
I can drop the good guy act anytime
The way I carry myself surprises the dogs
'Cause I’m really tough, they’ll tell you that

And it’s clear
That the kid really did well
They look at me funny, I know why
It’s the cash I’m carrying today, maybe
I’ve been through it all
They’ve noticed me, and they need to know
That the kid who was nothing
Turned things around for a couple of folks

I went out in flip-flops at night thinking
How to make more cash, my normal state
Few friends, bro by my side
He’s never let me down, always ready

They’ll say, suddenly, that I’m up to no good
And it’s not bad if it brings in the dough
I have respect and support from my people
A few lowlifes I don’t want to talk about

And here, at night
I hang out with the crew, all in
Numbed, a whiskey for the thirst
I lack nothing, I’ve got what I need
To wake up
A girl is down to play
Demonized if there’s work to do
A CH in hand if they want to see