Mecha Corta (part. Remmy Valenzuela)

Traitorous people
They only see money and then, they get all worked up
I am calm and sometimes it's not even noticeable
I am very discreet because life is very short

My gun is tucked
Life is dangerous, there are many envious people around the neighborhood
That's why I bless myself with my Saint Judas, nothing is rosy
I lead a tough life, we live the crazy life

Where I come from dreams die
Damn poverty, I started from scratch
I still remember when there was no money
I respect my old man for his advice
Where I'm from, when I die I want my burial to be there, with cumbias and norteños

I walked in other places
Traveling far around the world
And many times I stumbled
(Tears) but I got up
And the truth is, it hurt a lot

It's my wounds from yesterday
That shaped my future
I don't regret my failures
Because in the end, no one
No one tramples on my pride

I ride in my truck
Smoking weed, avoiding the cops
The radio plays by the codes, reporting
I have hot blood and a very short fuse

The smoke lingers
From so much weed, my head spins
Red eyes because I never use eye drops
I have hot blood and I don't care what they say

I walked in other places
Traveling far around the world
I don't regret my failures
Because in the end, no one
No one tramples on my pride