[Young Santiago]
To clear my head of these thoughts
A crazy thought these days
Of the stress that presents itself to my mind
Working minimum wage
Slaving like a Mexican to penetrate my brain
Refuse to meditate on it
So I redirect the pain to the lyrics
So now I'm here, spittin bout this game
Which whether she loved me or not, I played it the same
I, thought I was ballin
And she was my b**h
But it was the other way around
And I found out quick
So, after them years of hard work and courtship
One day, she just packed up and dipped
Left me for, Alex and Cam, me and Juju was sick
He started smoking, I got depressed, I needed a lift
Now four years later I found my higher call
Rap is how I ball
No Saran but this angel cook n***as like Chris Paul