15 Millones Por El M

The Sinaloa cartel and Mr. Mayo Zambada
Are mentioned again in the U.S.
Breaking news, reporters were saying
They tripled their offer for the one who snitches

Now it’s fifteen million, fifteen million bucks
I’m not worried if they add another twenty
I’ve got trusted people and good firepower
To watch my back day and night

Sorry to the gringos, I’m staying in Culiacán
Suddenly in El Salado where I like to stroll
The Sierra of Sinaloa I’ll never trade
This is where we live and where we’ll stay

I’m Ismael, not just anyone sees me, I hide out here in my land
The power has grown, El Salado is also in the news
Always ranch-style, with my boots and my crew
Tip my hat, welcoming the morning

Suddenly there are thoughts from when we were kids
Enjoying those winds riding on horseback
For me, the memories of the past are priceless
When to stave off hunger, beans were never missing

As you know, age weighs heavy, I’ll share this advice
Poverty is temporary if you feed your brain
And to get into the business, you also need guts
And guts are what we have with the hat-wearing folks

Humility, that’s eternal, don’t let it change
Look where you come from and see where you’re going
I ended up here for not having money
Today the gringos invested fifteen million just like that

I’m Ismael, not just anyone sees me, I hide out here in my land
The power has grown, El Salado is also in the news
Always ranch-style, with my boots and my crew
Tip my hat, welcoming the morning