Rico O Muerto

I don't like dealing cards
'Cause I ain't got a lucky hand
I'm doing my thing, got my own
I only trust in my God and my Glock
Good at making deals
And in wars, my speech is neutral
It's not that I can't fight
But it should be the last resort

I was born in the mountains, under a pine
Grew up in the hills with farmers
Barely made it through high school
Grabbed a duffel bag
And headed to the city
I roamed the boulevard looking for work
One day I'm gonna catch a break
But down the line, there's nothing left, and I can't believe it today

They say I got a ton of cash
That I export a lot of goods, that's the rumor
And I won't deny it
'Cause among the cornfields, I got admirers too

With few people around
You don't give room to a traitor

Saying yes to everything opened doors for me
You gotta start where you start
In the blazing sun, life is tough
But fortune's out on the street
So much to do
I said: If I ever come back, it's rich or dead
Today it looks so nice
Now it's time for the old folks to enjoy

Where the palms touch the sky
I have friends I really value
If I go back to the ranch in an armored ride
'Cause I'm allergic to bullets
Just to do some bad
Any fool wants to take your life
The one who's smart lives longer
If you behave, the same people will watch your back

They say I got a ton of cash
That I export a lot of goods, that's the rumor
And I won't deny it
'Cause among the cornfields, I got admirers too

With few people around
You don't give room to a traitor