S.a.i.n.t

I'm living like a saint When my back feels protected with all my gang Now I feel like a saint They are looking for me With a price on my head I'm living like a saint When my back feels protected with all my gang Now I feel like a saint They are looking for me With a price on my head I'm living like a saint They don't want to mess my gang They know how to shoot You better get to pray They don't want to mess my gang I'm living like a saint  Okay, look Baby don't Worry yeah eh We have no mercy yeah eh  We are for money yeah eh Now I feel like a saint Baby don't Worry yeah eh We have no mercy yeah eh  We are for money yeah eh Now I feel like a saint As in my god I am like Capone  I'm from the mafia like Corleone  In the street I am a savage And in the temple I'm never alone    Mamma mia, I smoke María You have no idea My music plays in the galleries