[Intro: Bless]

Yeah, this one right here is for my Dominican peoples, all my Latin peoples, it's over

[Verse 1: Sol Valdez]

Ayo, I'm still caliente , still reppin' pa' to'a mi gente, still poppin' this shit that'll keep the crowd presente, entiende

The road's been long, but we still rollin' strong, pa' que sepa que we holdin' on

I heard the Puerto Ricans and Dominicans have been failed, that's the word on the street

They sould be deaded on this beat, some be like quе lo que, others be likе dímelo

I shoot all you cats with 35 milímetros, I'm just tryin' to keep your butter like manteca

This top is la meta, así que no te meta', don't think I came all this way and let you take lo mío

I've hungry, son, so don't get el torcito from my grill

To Santo Domingo, I'm keepin' it vivo, makin' music for my people

One love pa' to'a mi gente, la octa behind them patras

Ayo, Ray, let him feel the drama in his guitarra

[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)

[Verse 2: 2 Saï]

Ayo, the colds on my streets, they still caliente

'Cause even it cold weather, you feel the heat presente

It's a cold world, a lot of you niggas gotta be felt

It's beef, yeah, two purposes, this shit can get felt

Civilians bein' targets, blastin' guns, spillin' sangre

That's the motto of kids, livin' in la calle

The devil got his plan made, man made

Ignorance spread like AIDS, history, it's made like the world trade

And so, I guess I gotta watch my back

Folks who's your motherfuckers wanna keep me off track

And so much stress that I might just crack

Es mi estilo de vivir, me not keep it rhymey like that

'Cause of shady crackheads in the streets smokin' them cracks

My guard is up, what the fuck, as the scheme to attack

Born and shined to God, you get knocked for your queso (Queso)

So once upon a time, fuck every other el diablo suelto

The you got the crooked pops, put you down the block (The [?] is hot)

Like güeros on your jocks, so, what the fuck's the deal?

I present my realm, soy el Gordo Grucho

And I be keepin' it real, que lo qué

[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)

[Verse 3: Sol Valdez]

Ayo, the call to my streets is mad drama

Thievin' for the wrong reasons, you'll be leavin' with bad karma

Death before dishonor, the block is still hot

Still caliente, point and strike while cops raid the spot

Assault and armed robberies with no máscara

Fuck around, get your wig peeled back like a cáscara

Bullet travel at high speeds and have no names

Algún instante, cats can blow your frame, it's all the same

Niggas fight fire with fuego, the temperature's risin'

Y el bifeo gets feo (Gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo, gets feo)

[Chorus: Sol Valdez & 2 Saï]

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema)

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, the colds on my street, still caliente

Quema, still caliente, still caliente (Quema, quema, quema)

[Outro: Sol Valdez]

Quema, quema, quema, quema