Letras
Two-one cero, pinche guero with a whole lot of heart underneath a little ghetto
Ain't one to meddle, but I keep a metal, cause all of this winning, I've seen send a mental
Reason to settle for you, be the same one I used to go get up and slam on the pedal
Roll up that devil lechuga, and I'll air the booth out, but let's start with getting my levels
Aye, mic check?
Oh, that's a big-ass one
Type of money, I'ma need a big-ass gun
Praying I don't use it like a big-ass nun, he a red-ass button, don't push it, no, don't press that one
Labels tryna sign my soul like Andy, all on my woody cause the boy got a buzz
Really no amount, no label could hand me, one million dollars just ain't what it was
Hard to turn down when you from where I'm from though
Split it five ways, looking back like, fuck no!
One ain't gonna do it, nah, I need a fuckload
Wanna start family wealth? Then you need a nutso
I've been just that, ask around
Well the basset hounds and my dad'll vouch
I was hands to mouth to the world, now the world in my hands from bad mouthing a girl, huh
I guess it ran in the fam
Til it ran into me
Feel like the man, don't stand next to me
Make you look at your girl like"I'm ready to leave"
Yeah, all of y'all cooked and I'm ready to eat
Tell me, how the fuck do you get any sleep?
You can't catch a buzz, but you hearing them boos
And you catching the bus to go grab you some booze
Sound like being you, only way that I'd get any Zs
Every division of all of the majors like"So what's the vision?"
Yeah, grab you some paper, 50-50, now that's what it ain't, sir
Talking bout vision, I'm already blind and they still trying to sit here and poke out my eyes
Even if y'all eat two slices of my shit, it ain't worth the help, have you lost your mind?
Way I stand on my business, it ain't nothing to stand on your corpse
Took some time to step back from the building
But my line's still out the door and raps round the corner, ooh
Never been better for the morgue
Been applying pressure like a medic in a war
Don't be mad how I incorporate the internet, boy
You are an L and I can end you with the org
If we go toe-to-toe, it's toe-to-throat and I'm fresh out the rink
Don't put my OG bros just on some game, bitch, I'ma split the screen
Even if this mic was outski now, there ain't no sullying my streams
I bet till 2319 they still can't fuck with this monsters ink, boo!
I'm on a tear and I ain't touring, but from what I've pulled, it feel bad to flex
Rappers don't know what's good for em, I see a whole lot of bad raps
Whole lot of ice on them fat necks, y'all really trying to get jacked fast
Break a mad sweat, do a mad sets, while I just sit on my ass
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