No Me Pesa

I flew to the cops and it's just to start
A guacamole driving in the city
Lying down and short, next to the 6-0-2
Little brother chila, the big guy doesn't back down
All seriousness and to detonate
He carries long guns, 4-5 and more
Without fear of action, he heats up

Straight or crooked, money is money and that's it
I spend and earn it and it doesn't weigh me down to pitch
If I hit, I win and if I pitch, I win more
And if you wonder who I'm talking about, well there goes
Raulito, my dad, started drinking with his brother
And for my old man who is in heaven, he protects me

And it doesn't weigh me down, old guys
Much less tomorrow
Just Junior h, uh

Sonora, Chihuahua, La Angelina, what does it matter?
Where the old man arrives, he has true friends
A trio of queens that is used to win
My wife, my girl, and my mother must not be missing
Luck is by my side, more blessings
From heaven it falls on me, there's also betrayal
And that's not the worst, but what does it matter?

Champion and a slave, sports car, the Rolex goes
Laid-back corridos and a heavy convoy behind
They play my corrido and I feel like drinking
And the stutterer who is ready to play
All private, lots of buddies
Wine or Tecate, I pull a good band
There's the best for the lift