[Verse 1: Camilo Martinez]
Born in the south as a young, broken Latino
Who had vast dreams of fame like the one Al Pacino
To be known worldwide like the Great Bambino
And to win the slot machine in the Vegas casino
Nothing was fino so to cope with the stress
I would never smoke sess that's a blow to the chest
But instead I wrote rhymes cause from God I was blessed
About girls, money, dreams, and the times I'm depressed
Bumpin' the rest, from Smith's “Gettin' Jiggy”
To Drake & Weezy, Pac, Nas & Biggie
Been staying on my griddy listening to P. Diddy
Trying to make great beats playing with the pro MIDI
Started out rapping as a young and foolish man
Who couldn't keep a steady flow and didn't have a single fan
Then rounded up my friends to form a never ending clan
So I bought my first mic and that's where Frequen-C began
[Verse 2: Lil' Pro]
As I step up in this club, bodyguards on my left
On my right, people tappin' on the shoulder
Acting like they f**ing know me "What the heck is going on?"
Man these b**hes turn me off cause they high off all these d**
I stay under not above
They minds aren't right, future's out of sight
Mindset heavy, I'm about to take flight
Lookin' at the stars, man I think I see Mars
I'm way too high right now, I can see it from afar