Don Nadie (part. Giovanny Ayala)

I went from being a student to being a trafficker
Greetings to the teacher who said you'll be nobody
Look at Mr. Nobody, he made it big
Those who had straight A's now want to be my assistants

Today I wear expensive clothes
Louis Vuitton dresses me and Dolce Gabbana
From a humble family, my tired parents
When I saw that, I had to do something by myself

Many judged me and criticized me
You can make money without getting involved in trouble
But we have to admit it, in the Mexican country
Money talks, if not, we don't progress

Today I have the control, a hundred armed Taliban
I focused on making money and left studying aside
From top to bottom I patrol
Polarized, the scene is warlike
Radios sound, I knock down adversaries
If they want war, here we go

I met the kid who was a brainiac
I told him: Please, give me combo number 5
Today I just smile and don't even talk to them
I longed for sneakers, now I have them in duplicates
I threw the backpack and burned the books
I tucked a short one in my fine belt

This is my life, not the people's
If one day they kill me, how does it affect you?
None of you support me, but you're watching
At least my parents live as they deserve
They are good for gossip, their rumors grow
They throw their poison and disappear

I dress flashy, I drive a brand-new Escalade
My last name is Escamilla
From starving student to big boss

From top to bottom I patrol
Polarized, the scene is warlike
Radios sound, I knock down adversaries
If they want war, here we go