Cuando El Corrido Acabe (part. Solo Cadaver)

Hey, yo, yo, yo
Gera and Solo tearing down the house
The UBKS, Rich Vagos, eh
The underground shining
Don G, babe, yeah
Ah, ah

I left my problems to God, thinking: It’s not in vain
But like me, they slipped through his hands
I don’t know if it’s my madness, but we give you the cure
The vertigo at this height is from the level we’ve reached
Immortal with every verse in case we meet death
We don’t give you the collab, we don’t sing with snitches

My people know it well, when the corrido ends
I’m not talking about your dead if I say: Up with the corpse

If the homie owes me money, he better pay up
Look at how many platinum records on the wall, they barely fit
Architect of the underground, businessman of the mainstream
My name at the top if you look closely at the ranking
The street traps us, we don’t give a damn about your rating
I just wanted cash and a Mercedes like 50

My people know it well, when the corrido ends
And I’m not talking about your dead if I say: Up with the corpse
My people know it well, when the corrido ends
I’m not talking about your dead if I say: Up with the corpse

There was no path, we drew it, they didn’t believe where we are
Where one eats, we complete it for four
I almost forgot how much we danced it out
This is an internal struggle, it’s inside where we climb

There are gray days every month, you know how to use them
They’re worth it, scars, depends on where you cross
Living a life in struggle, which doesn’t take a cause
My dreams aren’t in the USA, it’s having my fame at home

Immortalizing the name that my mom gave me
The kid only understands through punches because he never talked
They’re killing each other while I live off the release
They know it in the hood, I’m going for it all

Revolutionary like Zapata, real rap leads
I’m with Gera, tiki-taka, we’re at dawn
Making soul, gaining dharma
Always hitting hard, never with calm
Who perseveres doesn’t reach

I jumped into the game without asking for a chance
Thanks, music, you give me a roof and fill my belly
Because I trusted when no one had faith
Because of that bunch of assholes, I’m not paying bail

My people know it well, when the corrido ends
And I’m not talking about your dead if I say: Up with the corpse
My people know it well, when the corrido ends
I’m not talking about your dead if I say: Up with the corpse

I say: Up with the corpse, up with the corpse
Up with the corpse, up with the corpse
I say: Up with the corpse, up with the corpse
Up with the corpse, up with the corpse