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[Verse 1]
Got a call on the prepaid
“Vente, we ready,” that’s all that he said
Cross on my neck, pistol under the bed
Mama prays rosarios, I count up instead
Dust on my sneakers from a long road
Desert in my lungs, heart in cargo
Uncle disappeared, they say he talked, bro
So loyalty is church, what I die for
I learned math in the kitchen light
Break it down, build a different life
Borderline dreams, everything a price
Dios me cuida, but I roll the dice (hey!)
[Chorus]
I’m tryna make it out, but I’m in too deep
From the sierra to the city, they depend on me
Digo “todo bien” while I barely sleep
Blood on the money, still it feels so clean
Cartel corazón, that’s my family tree
“Por la raza,” that’s the code, that’s the creed
If I go today, let the story read
I was a sinner in the shadows tryna plant my seed
[Verse 2]
Mama say, “Mijo, cambia tu camino”
But my pockets answer back, “Más kilos”
Grey Toyota with the fake plates
Pray the dogs smell fear, not the briefcase
I seen kids turn ghosts for a wrong word
I seen priests bless men they don’t deserve
I send cash in a box with the toys, herbs
For my sister’s school books, that’s my one nerve
I’m both villain and victim, I know
Put a saint on the dash when I go
If I vanish in smoke, in the valley below
Diles “lo intentó,” that’s all they gotta know
[Chorus]
I’m tryna make it out, but I’m in too deep
From the sierra to the city, they depend on me
Digo “todo bien” while I barely sleep
Blood on the money, still it feels so clean
Cartel corazón, that’s my family tree
“Por la raza,” that’s the code, that’s the creed
If I go today, let the story read
I was a sinner in the shadows tryna plant my seed
Details
GeneratedJan 30, 2026
Duration2:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Moody trap beat with sparse, menacing keys and deep sub bass. Male vocals, close and confessional in the verses, then wider and more anthemic in the hook. Occasional filtered ad-libs, subtle distant chants on the chorus. Snare rolls swell into each section; 808 slides underline key punchlines. Dark, cinematic atmosphere with echoes that suggest vast, empty spaces., minimal
Credits
Prompt byLil_Dumbass
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A rap song written from the perspective of a Mexican cartel member mixing in minimal Spanish bars while being predominantly English
