[Verse 1]
n***as trynna start hawkin' & stuntin' on my old hoes
n***as don't know themselves, talking 'bout them woes tho
We been movin' through the hills, trynna keep it on the low-low
Only thing everyone here runnin' from the po-po
Grew up thinkin' everyone's mom & pop sold the coke, bro
Caracas n***as, mercy and weakness is two things they don't show
Everyday we battle, we gladiators like Crowe and Joaq, hoe
Lyrically weed out n***as like Royce pre-Rolls, bro
No fantasy, we bust and be the sleepers like a yo-yo
If you ain't got a Porsche, then n***a what you ride for?
Does d**h truly multiply by threes? Then, b**h, put them in a line, tho
Tell that b**h to pipe down, while I plumbing-on-Brazzers pipe hoes
This mediocre n***a got rhymes, hoe
Them cops want to deport me back to VZ, just because I was born there
Either that or they want me to stay, crucified, head full of thorns here
p**n lighting, them n***as don't like me for trynna get my sh** on
They see a n***a with a white b**h, and they act like I'm King Kong
Ain't married, but I got 3 rings on
These b**hes scream "WOW" when I get my Li-Ning on
Brothers say I'm co*ky, probably because of the henny
I'm k**ing n***as, but when the Feds knock, I've been innocent like I'm in a penny