(Verse 1)
A real hustler will do whatever it takes for that check
You know you living that Tracho FI Life when you lose a Rolex
Drive around town in a bulletproof vest
No RZA but its best that youre protecting your neck
Streets are cut throat
Dont expect more
Or any less
The wicked dont get any rest
Up all night in the lab with BG
THC laced with that DMT
Shaggy told me you gone see some things
Ive witnessed some sh** normal people dont get to see
Promethazine
All on my whiskers
Still smoking brick weed in swishers
Started a business, that b**h already worth 6 figures
Still keep in contact with k**ers
Trying to build me a mansion with pillars
Like Tonys crib
Walk in that b**h
Blunt in my mouth
I take a hit
The world is mine
We take no sh**
We not PC
Fight roosters and pits
Where im motherf**ing from you get it how you live
Or envy how we live
Country Gudda, man we do it big
Thats word to Big, Alvarito, Robert, Nino, BG, k**a Skil, the whole f**ing clique
Country Gudda, man we do it big
Thats word to Big, Alvarito, Robert, Nino, BG, k**a Skil, the whole f**ing clique
(Scarface Skit)
Tony: I want whats coming to me chico
Manny: oh yeah, well whats coming to you?
Tony: the world chico, and everything in it...
(Verse 2)
f** around end up with them vatos on Blog Del Narco
Pancho and El Chapo with a rap flow
Man i did it for all my
Caga palos
All the cagaleros
Bandoleros
All the pisoleros
f** the dedos with the cuerno
Never moving lento
Never sentimental
Go hard on every instrumental
BigE or BG i go mental
Motivated by these pesos
Competition nothing but a bola de mekos
I heard around town that its nothing but selos
But that sh** dont even affect me, homie
No not even in the f**ing slightest
Cause this beats a problem
BGs worse than ISIS
My rhymes are the nicest
Combined we're a crisis
The valleys most wanted
So were upping prices
They threw me to lions
Came back with a couple coats
Pounding my chest
And i let putos know
That we ain't taking bullsh** no mo
Puffing on strong Buddha smoke
Not the wetback that you want to provoke
On some real sh** though, bro
Motherf** beef, RIP Coke
Cause now theres a child without a father that won't be around to watch his son grow, and get old
But thats how it goes
From Houston all the way to Nuevo Leon
The same story repeats, the sh** goes on and on
But thats how it reason why i left the bullsh** alone
Snake motherf**ers still all on my phone
Ill be damned if i go out like a maricon