Siempre Hay Más (feat. Cyril Kamer y KHEA)

Yeah
The neck is cold, it's all icy
Where we arrive, we're spicy
I'm charging by the minute like the meter in taxis
(Wow, Awesome!)

I roll solo with G, Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh
And I roll solo with G, Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh

We're the crew from the north and not everyone can handle it
Mine are pure, no cuts, we have the diamonds from the gold chain dancing
Brick after brick with Buzzzy
Smoking the same as Wiz K
Promoting their songs as if they're good
I listen to the whole thing and in the end, it's clickbait
They ask and I don't stop, I'm giving out
Where we arrive, it's clear that I shine and it's not because of the chain
Stacking one bill on top of another
I don't want to be broke, this isn't for the fame
Miami, Florida, making moves like in Vice City, GTA flow
If I'm not on tour, I'm in the studio making another album, another mixtape

The crew from the north, we're in North Face
We leave the block, plane to LA
We want the gold that comes from outside
We won't lower ourselves, no, there's no way
Burberry wallet, and my girl is drinking Dom Pér
I swear I didn't ask for this, but we live like this for a reason
Those rats come for the cheese and I know who's been there from the start
If she moves it, I don't overthink, I don't get tense, no

Uh, I'm not in tomorrow because I live for today
And I'm with my crew breaking every show I go to
I'm not in tomorrow because I live for today
Yeah (KHEA, yeah)

I roll solo with G, my Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh
I roll solo with G, my Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh

You weren't there when I was in trouble
I've always been like this, side by side with my crew
Because it's easy to say: My brother
But how many can prove it?
In the street, I sign with my hand and your face can get cut
Now I live in blessings, all the good things come to me
I have no detention anymore, no cops taking me
And they talk like they're going to throw a grenade at me
And they say they are, but there's nothing upfront, nothing

Speaking clearly, seeing real, rare people
I never mask myself and that cost me
Because the crazy one was crowned, now they say: I grew up
The one who abandoned me wants to be like me

I roll solo with G, my Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh
I roll solo with G, my Givenchy jeans, man, what do you think?
A thousand above me, above me there's always more than three, eh-eh

The neck is cold, it's all icy
Where we arrive, we're spicy
I'm charging by the minute
Like the meters in taxis