From the original corridos
Homie Myke Towers
From PR
Call it, my homie
From Cali, man
Relative (ha)
Ah, it goes like

Here the dust is sold
No problems with the law
I'm breaking the leagues
Don't be scared, I'm a crook
I grew up among the gunshots
And there's enough to take care of me
The cloned one thunders
Through the streets of my gang

Yes, the police already know I'm driving
Don't mess with me, they know I'll top it
Add more diamonds to the chain, it looks badass
My neck is frozen, but my heart cold

Pr taught me respect, my word carried weight
May those who went to prison be freed soon
Flowers for the dead, yeah
I never envied, I always waited for my moment
Thanks to the connection abroad
That's my relative, with or without money
I'm still the same, born to be a king
I crown and celebrate the deals I closed

Yeah
Call it, homie
Saying
And we're walking among the gunshots, my relative

One who dies for me
Waiting for me at the Fe
Strange that they still doubt
Let them keep talking about me
A Patek on the wrist
Hundreds are in abundance
My mind is always blank
And I have the bank turning around

Yes, the police already know I'm driving
Don't mess with me, they know I'll top it
Add more diamonds to the chain, how badass
My neck is frozen, but my heart cold

Young Kingz, baby
Fucking right, man
Sm company, street mafia
That's gonna be fucking dope, hehe

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