Si La Calle Llama (remix) (feat. Myke Towers)

My first pair of weight'
I remember the day I fell in love with money
The postman arrived smiling, he told me that I crowned
I gave him a bale and said: How about we do it again?
He told me: Well, of course, bastard
Now that bastard has a Patek

If the street calls, I'm going to take it
You know me, that's nothing new
I kissed my wife on the forehead
I left him a couple of pesos 'encaletao' in case he doesn't arrive

You know I'm ice, cold, ice
I get to the block and freeze
Real recognizes real
I was really born and I really die

Like Marcelo
From the ground to the sky
Everything I screwed up, you already know what there is
Nigga, I'm a ball like LaMelo

Ice, cold, ice
I get to the block and freeze
Real recognizes real
I was really born and I really die

If the street calls, I hit the green
I live every day as if it were a Friday, do you understand me?
They want to knock me down like Las Torre' in September
Porch 911 in the rush of fever

Cold in my song and much more in yours
If I don't have a stick on me, I won't go down to the studio
I take refuge behind no fucker
I'm like Vin Diesel in Fast and the Furious

Fifteen women dressed in white
In the country house, I don't play the four songs'
I have about four herbs in the same tobacco
The machine combines me with the four cacti'

After the show ends, I take the walk through
With the dark ones smoking Backwood
All the OGs tell me: Stay focus
Fame is a bitch, now he told me: Back to

I'll nail her if she gets
I have the route, I also connect them
And they don't match me even if they clone me
I very much doubt that they will dethrone me

They want me in the bug house'
Hey, and the bosses respect me
I have it on me, I don't care if it shows
Hey, if I want I'll have them exploit you

They know I'm ice, cold, ice
I get to the block and freeze
Real recognizes real
I was really born and I really die

Like Marcelo
From the ground to the sky
Everything I screwed up, you already know what there is
Nigga, I'm a ball like LaMelo

Damn money, how I hate you
Motherfucker, I love you, I adore you and I love you
Behind the zero'
Benjamin Franklin never closes his eyes, or we don't rest

Lord of the Heavens, the notebooks are not schoolboys every time I fly
I pay all my debt with sweat and then with dollars we coroname
And I see shows, but they are shows that sometimes we create them ourselves
I'm with eighty, those are two glopeta' nailed' inside the G Wagon

An opp fell, the champagne is uncorked, we toast, we clink the glasses
I have a couple of jealous people who talked shit, then swallowed it
Hey, I'm the current, Killua
My flow is so heavy, I need two cranes

We cut the grass, we saw all the people that their skin sheds
Hey, I'm coming to Chile, they tell me I'm a poet, Eladio Neruda
Hey, they say the year is about it', I laugh in silence, they swear it
Hey, they swear

Yes, they have talent, but they don't last
They say they are the tough ones, but when they say it to your face you can see that they doubt
They tell me the bad thing, that's dust on my shoulders,' Jay-Z shakes it off right now
I'm on your cold block with cojone' with all my watches', bracelets' and cuban

If the street calls, I'm going to take it
You know me, that's nothing new
I kissed my wife on the forehead
I left him a couple of pesos 'encaletao' in case he doesn't arrive

You know I'm ice, cold, ice
I get to the block and freeze
Real recognizes real
I was really born and I really die

Like Marcelo
From the ground to the sky
Everything I screwed up, you already know what there is
Nigga, I'm a ball like LaMelo

Ice, cold, ice
I get to the block and freeze
Real recognizes real
I was really born and I really die