Cuidando La Capi (part. Giovanny Ayala)

Not even that doctor could imagine
When The Boy was born in the hospital
That they would give him the keys, to take care of the capital
I came from Tijuana to Culiacán

My backpack was full of dreams
All I wanted was to be someone normal
A little house, a car, and nothing else
To be my parents' pride

How tough life is, it already had another plan for me
Rifles like in Afghanistan
That's how my guys look when they arrive
I am the 19 and I stand firm with Iván

Why does no one know what's in the pot
More than the one stirring it, old man
And up Culiacán, Compa Giovanni
And hold on tight, Compa Barajas

The support remains stronger than ever, old man
Fresh clothes to walk as civilians
And girls like from a parade
Before not even for a Casio and now only Richard Miller

The tough times are over
We used to fit the Tsuru in the Urus
And the chick has grown up and is now a fighting cock
If you want me to tell you the truth

El Fano gave me the opportunity
And that kid who used to run around is now left behind
Not because there's youth here
They want to underestimate the shirt

A million with El Chapo and the mountain is respected
And there you go, another one from the pen, old man
That's how it is, Compa Barajas, and nothing more, the first of many, bull
BrunoCT in the lyrics