Bambú - Lean lyrics

(I like you, but you're crazy!) A murderer fighting the urge Serve the people I prefer But cross that line and a mac tec-nine finna bur bur burr Especially if it's a pig Out there bullying kids Heisenberg when I write these words In the lab, we're cooking that sh** Hollow-tips will leave 'em stinkin These phonies out here on a mission Close I'm living dependent on somebody else like Jessy Pinkman Philippines all in my blood line A Southeast Asian, who can run rhyme Club light up like it sunshine When I run inside the venue and I don't mind Pop a DJ through his laptop prop Fire on beats so the mix don't stop Carmen hop on the turntable and let that 808 kick (d-d-drop) Native Gun 'till I'm deceased Black Chuck T's on my feet Sound k**er, pour out a little liquor Diamond supply - Holding up beef with crooked police All in they face, don't ever retreat Southern Khalifa whenever I speak Might call you homes, as part of my speech Money ain't never that far out of reach Found me a stage and give me a beat Tell that promoter see knowledge is holding up peace Make sure my money complete and I... I walk around the street with a black tech 9 On the waste line, kicking that hype sh** I walk around the street with a black tech 9 On the waste lean, kicking that hype sh** Bout a hundred push ups in a day Or one hundred for every day Palms out, pull-up bars, dead hang, pull up again Healthy food all in my body Men are all over my shawty "Ooh there go them flips again" Whenever I'm up in the party Proudly a gang of them soul a**a**ins up in here Girl scout cookies smoke all in the air Cross ..smoke in that air, the next of myself And it's not there, yeah yeah yeah yeah Los Angeles that's where I'm from I'm used to that smog in my lungs and scream the trills Watch me go punch, mack tears Of the thirty I six Now buggie..run that sh** Bust that sh**, rough from pop-parap-pap-pop I love that sh** Family man with a defense mind Take a ice pick, Imma defend mine Offer the ..so when I kick them rhymes Well I sign, salute with a visit in the sky and a grip in your back Kids in the back, microphones up, put a slit in the flag Propoganda sh** to the max Bam Leanin, Purple codeine is not what I'm meanin When I'm leaning The balance of power is not balanced it's tilted, leanin Carmen, yeah! Bam-brap (Outro) sh** got me turned all the way up homie We broke, starving Healthcare ain't accessible Education ain't relevant Politicians fighting about people in love wanting to get married Tryna to keep dominion over a woman's body sh** got me bogged down Real problems get pushed aside Keep me high