Cholo (part. Badguychapo)

(Oh my God, why ask for your forgiveness?)
(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)
(If you're so kind that every day you bless me)
(And your most precious gift, I know it's coming for me)
(But it won't be when they want it)
(It'll be when You call me)
Something's coming, cholo (just like that, something's coming, cholo)
Hey (something's coming, cholo)

Something's coming, cholo, something's coming, trust me
Simple and easy, still just to make you laugh alone
What a bunch of cowards and gossipers
They're all over the place, but doing nothing, better off with nothing

Here I am, chilling, smoking a joint
Counting the cash I made from coke
I'm no saint and the bad follows me
From PR to the Big Apple, and from the Big Apple, let it keep coming

The tigers run things, man, Cartel Nahua is still active
Here in Sonora, the tigers, the tigers are sharp
The 01s, the tactical guys, and Los Diablos
And with the ten on the radios, they're all connected

Why ask for your forgiveness if you've forgiven me for everything?
God is so kind that it doesn't matter how many I've killed
I go out friendly and I know, life will come collecting
But to reach me, know that no one has gotten to me

The Cheyenne tougher than hell
The damn girls come to me all alone
They love danger and being in the fire
But sometimes, in the easiest situations, they get shaky

Ah
And I don't get down
Don't you see I was born tough?
I cover my face, cock my piece, and strap on my gear
I got wings here
The scorpions don't fly, in this case, they flew, hey

They want
To take me down and they can't
In the clouds, my pleasures
I live it up with women
Throwing parties every weekend, there's power

They want
They try, they can't
If I navigate, they know I'm always on the edge
When they want me to jump, I jump like a frog, jump

My mom knows me, she knows how I roll
As a kid, I dreamed I’d be a narco
Everything goes through Checo, the boat flows are done
In a jungle for two months looking for work, all right

Everything's expensive and paid for, I don't stop
If they turn on lights behind me, my dude, I don't stop
I'm always living an intense life in my car
If she's looking, she's with me, I got her rolling, baby

No one can stop me
Why do they ask if I'm bad, if they know I am?
They talk like they were there, but they weren't there
Three months hiding because the feds were after me (were after me)

I'm always packing heat just in case
She likes to feel it when I hug her, I spend
A lot on clothes, and she, on diamonds
They act like gangsters, but they're all informants

Something's coming, cholo, something's coming, trust me
Simple and easy, still just to make you laugh alone
What a bunch of cowards and gossipers
They're all over the place, but doing nothing, better off with nothing

Here I am, chilling, smoking a joint
Counting the cash I made from coke
I'm no saint and the bad follows me
From PR to the Big Apple, and from the Big Apple, let it keep coming

And I don't get down
Don't you see I was born tough?
I cover my face, cock my piece, and strap on my gear
I got wings here
The scorpions don't fly, in this case, they flew

(They want) (they want)
(To take me down and they can't) (take me down and they can't)
In the clouds, my pleasures
I live it up with women
Throwing parties every weekend, there's power

(They want) (they want)
(They try, they can't) (they try, they can't)
If I navigate, they know I'm always on the edge
When they want me to jump, I jump like a frog, jump (jump)