[Hook: Rey King]
Get you some Cafe con Leche!
Cafe con leche, cafe con leche, cafe con leche
Yeah, yeah
Cafe con leche, cafe con leche, cafe con leche
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: F.E.R.N]
We just finished another album
It's no pressure, we did it like, "Wooh"
Spit it like nobody, no, y'all can't get it like, "Wooh"!
No lobby, no hallway, no corridor
Dig it I'm up in the buildin'
This here is that different, that street life mixed up with the father of children
I told em' that Social Club, music for misfits
Exactly, that piece of the culture that's missing
Trying to put people in better positions
Cause the flows been mean for a long time, dig it?
For those payin' attention, this way past the henchmen
I'm down in the trenches, down in the trenches!
But y'all play it safe, still sittin' on benches
For the love of my children I spit out a verse thankin' God that he listens
Without his conviction I'd probably be missin'
His role in my life is the reason I'm spittin'
To my father above who I give recognition, I'm nothing without Him
I know it's amazing to hear such a flow givin' Jesus the honor
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Fernie]
My wife is Italian, my father's Boricua, my mother's from Brooklyn
This flow is a mixture of life through the eyes of the blocks that I grew in
Six Eight and Douglas, roam through them streets like nobody could touch us
And we did it to d**h, 'till d**h came knockin' and took one of my brothers
Me, I did my time
I came home, realized there were changes to be made
Got married, had a son and daughter
And I say that to say you get perks when you behave
Me, I'm more than grateful
Tellin' the whole world through a song what grace do
They wanna drag my name through the mud, what they do
But I'm only here to listen to what my God say too
So you're approval for me
I'm not able to compare to eternal life vs. your cable
Don't let me come through and flip your tables
It's Fern from that, you already know what they do
Fern fog on rappers I replay
See me in your city, got merch in the briefcase
Built our own brand, two thumbs in the interface
Favor ain't fair, don't know how we get a taste
[Hook]