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My boss is the .38 super
It’s been customized to perfection
And the grips are white when it’s time for a showdown
You don’t see me in plain clothes anymore
I strap on my tactical gear and also the Minimi

I always carry a Glock in the glove box
It saved me a few times, I call her the black beauty
I don’t back down
I’m good at taking action
First things first, then I’ll figure it out

Well-armed, playing the tough guy
They know I’m the one who got the job done
They see me geared up heading to the mountains
Ready to throw down
I started from the bottom, look where I am now
I pushed the line for my boss

He gave me trust, I showed my worth
Everything I have is thanks to my God
You left, so why are you threatening me?
I didn’t want to, but the devil got involved
To the hustle, to what I’ve dedicated myself
It’s useless, begging them for anything

Honestly, I’ve taken my chances
How many times have I escaped death?
My question is why am I still standing
While others are covered up, never coming back
It would be a lie to say I don’t feel bad
Leaving my family not knowing if I’ll return

That’s why I always pray
To Saint Jude Thaddeus
In the balance of life and death
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
A ton of cash is what I generate
(Here we dream while awake)

God makes me strong, among the people
Who don’t back down, they want to defeat me
But they can’t, they’ve tried
Only memories remain, of my past
And my present is already different

I carry my escort, and they call me boss
Crowning and celebrating at the club
In a private area with high security
On the grips, my initials that shine
And on my chest, my amulet, the one that keeps evil away

Big man, to whom I owe my honor
You raised me with courage, for any situation
I’m talking about my dad, sorry if I failed
This life I’ve chosen has nothing to do with you

Up early, I’m already awake
With a coffee, energized and ready
Thinking and thinking, how to make more cash
Gotta find a way

I went to the States and never liked it
Good thing that itch got scratched
I roam the streets of my great nation
In pure armored rides

Resist, it’s saved me many times
Honestly, I’ve liked that investment
It would be a lie to say I haven’t been scared
I’m solid, I’m not just any thug

Keep them guessing, I’ve told my guys
Sometimes you gotta keep a low profile
I expect respect for the neighborhood
Don’t mess it up

They’ve never seen the power
They get a taste and go crazy
The respect I’ve earned is for knowing how to use my head
Even if they judge me as crazy
But never as a fool

I like to enjoy all the pleasures
Sports cars, watches, women
If you could, you’d do the same
(I’m sure of that)

God makes me strong, among the people
Who don’t back down, they want to defeat me
But they can’t, they’ve tried
Only memories remain, of my past
And my present is already different
I carry my escort, and they call me boss

And that’s how it sounds from your buddy Ian Cordova, old man
And pure Lucky Music Group
Let’s go!