La Calle Sonríe (feat. Gera MX)

This is not music, it's a drug, eh
The Main Man, eh
Yeah, Gera
Yeah, yeah

Since I wake up, I'm running after the papers
The bills smell, don't let them fly away
Because no one will stand by you the day the chips are down
I keep accelerating, I don't allow them to stop me
When I spit, I release more venom than any snake
It feels, the Main Man brings it hot
For my tigers who have died but are still present in me
I look at the sky and pour a stream of liquor to the ground
I am my worst enemy, but a great opponent
Three in the magazine but still moving forward
With my black ones, Monday was made, and I come from Tuesday
And the tour is just starting, the second part is missing
Flowers in spring, first-class beans
And next to a bonfire, I keep singing a ranchera
What awaits me? I fall with Gera
To bring happiness to the street people
Don't look for me, you'll find me
In the place where legends stop
Where we have shine and something more for sale
Give me more because I have more to fill your whole account
So you can see what a bandit does when they don't represent him
I'm tired of seeing so many scared rappers
I'm at the top, if I look down I feel dizzy
El Cachorro passes the joint, we're already high
The level is different from what they had been told
Fine cut, you see me in Mexico or Argentina
Causing more chaos than the crazy batos on the corner
Because that's my crazy life and I know one day it ends
I'm not the cook, I'm the owner of the kitchen
If they shoot me in the back, they won't earn respect
If they want to learn from this, I have the secret
Call on Wednesday or Friday, I don't do Sundays
By order of arrival, I give them a complete turn, fuck this shit

Eh, yah (R-V, mami, ah), yah, yah
Yah

Yah, the game was full of snakes
That's why they look at us with the iron and with repellent
For the cops, they think I'm a criminal
Then the neighbor across the street asks me for a photo
Asks what I do, I tell them I'm a magician
I swallow your queen and shit on the system
If I'm with the Main Man and I bring him as a companion
We want the full payment and toast for another January
On behalf of the whole street, we want more money
Everyone is hungry to be very honest with you
I killed your style, listen to this checkmate
You said this was yours but I took it away, there's no tie
I keep going alone, flowing up here
Bring me my coat, I'm cold at the top
It doesn't hurt, they throw punches and don't hit me
As they would say in the neighborhood, my boy, you cross yourself
Greetings to Argentina and the firm clique that listens
Beware of envy, it's abundant these days
In my country I would be a classic, like El Santo in the fight
I'm making money, thinking plans, very careful
Batistuta, the number 9 under the hood
If you don't know my people, you can't judge my fight
Everyone is waiting for the lyrics I pronounce
The street giving the numbers, we don't need ads
When they raised their voice at me, I quickly said: I resign
Like a boss, I made a plan, and of course it worked
You know well who set it off
Greetings to the family that never abandoned me
I'm going to send a photo with jewelry to the one who betrayed me
Let them say: Screw you a lot, asshole, I forgive you
In the end, life collects all the taxes
So better stay calm, let no one make a fuss
Look, we're watching
The street smiles when these two come together