Okay, so tell me what we're gonna do
If you're ready to fight
But you have to kill me
Tell me what we're gonna do
I'm ready to fight
But you have to kill me, you have to kill me
And I'm still here, I'm still here, still here
And I'm still here, I'm still here, still here
They have to suck up to me
They keep talking to the stars to steal my signals
But my flow never fails them
Walking with two cars on the pedals
They turn into Ray Charles flow, and I'm Mr. rating, Ray Gonzáles flow
But my way to Calle Savio Vega
Playing in all the barbershops and all the stores
They say 'how the f*ck does this guy hit everything?'
I learned that brothers are brothers and colleagues are colleagues
That's why I don't mix with you
Talking about being real and never setting the example
The most thugs end up in the temple
There's no fear here, not even with earthquakes I tremble
Tell me what we're gonna do
If you're ready to fight
Motherf*ckers, you have to kill me
Tell me what we're gonna do
If you're ready to fight
But you have to kill me, you have to kill me
Tell me if we are or we aren't, I don't like being neutral
I feel the pressure of what I'm getting into
I'm not one to pretend, if you fake it, they'll guide you
I'll make more money, ma, and I'll connect
I don't sponsor wars, but I don't deny any
And if I come back to life, f*cker, then we'll kill each other again
In heaven or in hell, we'll see each other
They die alone when they see others' success
I'm still on my grind, I haven't left
Trafficking thug life through your ears
Speak clearly, let's fight, I don't hold back
Their b*tches jumping on my d*ck and they jumping in a group
Turn up the volume because right now you're listening to the chosen ones