SACA

Babe, cover me with your cloak
I don’t know what they'll do if I’m gone
I’m not a devil, nor am I a saint
It’s all real, everything I rap about

And if you don’t believe me, come on, I got my rocket
I’ll go solo, just to see if I’m brave enough
From Laredo, it’s a different scene
Here, death hits you, damn fool

Get the weed out to smoke
Santa, my hood, let’s dance, man
Get the drinks out, let’s get lit
Cops are trying to take me down

I never back down from anyone, I don’t give a damn what people say
Just a damn troublemaker, smoking that green, tuned into the radio
Sometimes I fall, sometimes I crash, but I’m having a blast
Smoking that green with my homies, with my slanted eyes

Let Chalino play, the hood’s alive, all high on coke, totally faded
Better not run, I’ve got good aim, whiskey with wine, the godfather’s here
Pass another paisa, we’re making deals, all bald heads ready to roll
I’ve lost my fear, and my trust too
My Santa hood tattooed on my belly

In the booth or wherever, I’m a damn rooster ready to fight
None of us here get scared, I flip off the cops and they turn away
Let’s go hard, I’m still stubborn, blessed death that’s priceless
I appreciate my old man, I’ve got the poison and I numb them

La, la, la-ra-la-ra-la, ra, la, la
La, la, la-ra-la-ra-la, ra, la
La, la, la-ra-la-ra-la, ra, la, la
La, la, pure Santa

Get the weed out to smoke
Santa, my hood, let’s dance, man
Get the drinks out, let’s get lit
Cops are trying to take me down

Get them out, dogs
Damn Mau, damn Tornillo
Even Chris, even Santa, what do you think, dude?
Pure Guanajuato
What do you think, damn crazy?