Letras
Goin to the top floor, can't be ignored no more
One shot the core, going for that high score
Run another scam, with my diaphragm
Ka-blooey, ka-blam, blow up like explosions
Another mixtape grand slam, got 'em rising in the stands
Always appreciate the fans, going to my dreamland
In my hands, a long list of demands
And some demons, always got me schemin
Keep writin' til I realize, make money til I'm made of ice
Not really, but it would be nice, show you things through my eyes
Still fooling around, until I find my sound
Still only rap, when no one else around
Now I've got my bars up, my extra life a boss-up
Time to get a house with a car parked
Mexican enigma
Put an accent on that question mark