SAL Y TORTILLA

(Ah-ah)

With the tears of the Sun and the kisses from Maria
You don’t know where I’m from, you wouldn’t understand either
I got a nail in my pants, watch out for the cops
For being a felon, mom, I barely slept

The street knew me, I’d come out at night
Always on the grind 'cause if not, I wouldn’t eat
Just salt with tortilla, and sometimes that wasn’t even there (fuck)
Things are heated, even if the night stays cold

You hear ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, Tamaulipas
That won’t go away, even if it were the flu
The Moon is a witness if you hear someone scream
Sad faces everywhere, but no one’s bummed out

The bullets from the war took away the erased
The gringos are pissed from all the hits we gave

All over the damn valley, we knocked down several doors
Here I am, keeping it low-key, but I got several grams
Soon I’ll be at the GRAMMYs, rolling through Miami
Honestly, I haven’t changed, just got several ladies
Soon I’ll be at the GRAMMYs, rolling through Miami
Honestly, I haven’t changed, just got several ladies

I am who I am, just let the story unfold
How the hell do you think you’re gonna get me to conform (how?)
I had to hustle being a rookie
That’s why now I’m a rooster when it comes to singing (hell yeah!)

They want what’s not theirs
But they weren’t there when I was dreaming
Better stay over there
They throw poison, but they don’t know mine’s better
They’re just jealous

I know what’s up, I don’t forget
I ain’t tryna run again
Bitch, I’m on the fucking game
Dollar bills I wanna make

Every day I’m the same as yesterday
Gave it all to not lose
You gotta work to deserve
That’s why every dawn

I light a joint and a blunt for the bounce
At night I pop a bottle, while I burn another joint
Let’s go, get ready, so I can be happy
In the car, I got some girls, just so they can rub on me

And when I’m passing by smelling like pure weed
People be like wow-wow
When I roll down the window
Bitches be like wow-wow

With the tears of the Sun and the kisses from Maria
You don’t know where I’m from, you wouldn’t understand either
I got a nail in my pants, watch out for the cops
For being a felon, mom, I barely slept

The street knew me, I’d come out at night
Always on the grind 'cause if not, I wouldn’t eat
Just salt with tortilla, and sometimes that wasn’t even there
Things are heated, even if the night stays cold (for sure)

(Ah-ah)
(Na-ra-na, ah)
(Na-ra-na)
(Na-ra)
(Na-ra-na, ra)