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Like the ballad, I line up bastards
We make the decisions and set the missions
Routes, shipments, trucks and planes
From the cartel 'we are in charge, keep growing, gentlemen

It's a pleasure to be boss
Always got my father back, I will never let him down

Ten thousand rifles fire
Avoid the shame of being our dinner
Because for the war
Drones and tostones, monsters in the mountains

We are here in Jalisco
Stick to the fight, see if you make it out alive
Were still in charge
The whites are searching for us, also ask for kilos

Make it
This is how your homie Neto sounds, old man
And to the top the perla

We do not forgive, he who does, pays
I'm coming drinking Whiskey on top of the squad
Time is very costly because it flies
Richard Mille in my wrist, Jacob for perfect occasions

With me, a CockFighter, cares for the blacks
Almost controlling the map, do the math

From The Mancha to The Alfa
My mother in my chest, I need her
Encrypted lines
To protect La Perla, a surplus of armored cars

We are here in Jalisco
Stick to the fight, see if you make it out alive
Were still in charge
The whites are searching for us, also ask for kilos