[Verse: Fuentes]
To the people that was thinking I was done, hear this song
I've been working with no stop really long, many months
With nobody I've been working on my own, it's how it's done
Your opinion doesn't matter when I'm chillin' in my zone
Writing lyrics on my phone, I'm producing every song
I'm perfecting what I started way back in the day
Two years I've been grinding and paving the way
Two years to realize I had something to say
But I shared it with people that's turning away
They biting the arm that fed 'em for years
I made all the music I lend you my gear
Y'all ain't as real as I thought and i fear
You will ask where I'm at when I've always been here
You know where I've been here where the f*ck have y'all been
Y'all disregarding my efforts again?
I'm dropping a project, the summer begins
Got tired of losing and went for the win
I'm going for the win keep trying to stop me
Go and subtweet me and talk sh*t about me
Matter of fact you make sure that you @ me
I count with the people that's living to doubt me
Wonder what Javi and Luis up to
We ain't had nobody else to go to
Every artist around us is corny as sh*t
You got too many changes to go through
We've been working too hard
Producing the sh*t that we make from the start
You locals keep saying the n-word you're mostly Hispanics, you people ain't smart
Take the hint and just click on restart
[Verse 2: Fuentes]
Black hair skin brown just looking for notoriety
Hispanic in a society
Where race and s**uality damages personality
By politics invested in keeping us from reality
It's messing with your mentality
These nine to fives you working just slaving away for salary
But there is nothing you could do to me, so used to being used ain't nothing feeling like it used to be
Don't even know what I'm supposed to be
They swear they be so close to me, in need they just a ghost to me
These family reunions man I swear they finna toast for me
They acting like what I chose to be only gon' be at most to me failure I can't afford to be
Sorry for disappointing you, love the lack of support for me
Till' I die I'll keep composing all these melodies in pockets
Man, adios to those opposing me
[Phrase]
So used to being used ain't nothing feeling like it used to be (x4)