Okay, then say what we are going to do
If you are ready to war
Or if you're going to hide
But you have to kill me
Say what we are going to do
That I'm ready to war
Or if you're going to hide
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 my d*ck
They keep talking with the Astros to steal my signals
But my flow never comes out for them
Walking with two cars on my pedals
They turn Ray Charles style, and I'm Mister Rating, Ray González flow
But my way to Savio Vega street
Playing in every barbershop and every bodega
They say, 'How does this motherf*cker make everything a hit?'
I learned that brothers are brothers and colleagues are colleagues
That's why I don't mix with you
You talk about being real and never set the example
The biggest thugs and they end up in the temple
There's no fear here, I don't shake even with the tremors
Say what we are going to do
If you are ready to war
Or if you're going to hide
C*cksucker, you have to kill me
Say what we are going to do
If you are ready to war
Or if you're going to hide
But you have to kill me, you have to kill me
Say if we are or we aren't, I don't like being neutral
The pressure is felt as I'm about to step in
I don't pretend, if you front they'll school you right away
I'll make more money, ma, and I'm gonna connect
I don't sponsor wars, but I don't deny any of them
And if I resurrect, motherf*cker, then we'll kill each other again
In heaven or in hell we'll see each other
They die on their own when they see someone else's success
I'm still on my lane, I haven't left
Trafficking the thug vibe through your ears
Speak clearly, let's go to war, I don't hold back
Their b*tches bouncing on my d*ck and they're jumping as a crew
Turn the volume up because right now you're listening to the chosen ones