Narco Corridos

Never been afraid of death
 Tell pac I'm coming soon
 My music is the reflection
 Of makaveli's wounds
 I'm a fucking king
 Put gold up in my tomb
 Even though I made to heaven
 My rag is still blue
 I'm dressed in white
 And I'm tatted too
 Visions of all my ex bitches
 Loving my attitude
 God lord forgive me
 For the way that I acted a fool
 I smash these other rappers
 What did I have to prove?
 My raps improved
 Hand guns - I had a few
 I caught my enemy slippin'
 In lonely avenues
 I'm sorry but you bitch mutherfuckers
 Just had to go
 Around the same time
 I sold my first grams of coke
 I'm from the ghetto
 My dad was broke
 The fridge was empty
 With spoiled milk
 The ham was old
 I use to look up at the sky
 Wishing we had the most
 Gang banging
 Had a long list of fools
 We had to smoke
 Marijuana
 Cocaina - kilos
 I'm talking bout this real shit
 Like narco corridos
 I'm rapping real shit
 Like narco corridos
 Fuck my rivals
 Balas pa mis enemigos
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the building
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the fucking building
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the building
 Nobody crys after the death of a drug dealer
 Rest in peace rodello
 Aka el pocho anthrax
 The feds watching
 And undercovers in helicopters
 Tattooed guns
 King enemy is my alias
 I'm all of your bitches
 Dedicated to all of the envies
 There you go
 You can hate on this
 Try but no one is changing this
 Fuck discrimination against all illegal aliens
 Rewind that
 Put that shit on vevo
 A bunch of women
 Buchanans - cuernos de chivo
 Grupo gente nueva
 Private parties - corridos
 Jewelry and drug money
 Bitches loving my stilo
 They bumping this on the eastside
 Loving this on the westside
 Bumping this on the southside
 Enemies know I'm bout mine
 This one is for el capo
 Fatman and gatos
 Beto my road dawg
 Sucios I'm outro
 Ak-47 cartel music
 Money making - always active
 Always active music
 Marijuana
 Cocaina - kilos
 I'm talking bout this real shit
 Like narco corridos
 I'm rapping real shit
 Like narco corridos
 Fuck my rivals
 Balas pa mis enemigos
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the building
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the fucking building
 I'm in the building
 Sucios in the building
 Nobody crys after the death of a drug dealer