[Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I saw a woman get hit on Amsterdam, she tryna to cop her some sh**
Right across from the barber shop, a car on top of her head
That Columbian Presbyterian pronouncin' her dead
She died the first time that needle ever punctured her skin
Now are we citizens or immigrants?
They ain't fill they census in
In the middle of criminals
Hopin' to get a legitimate business in, no minimum wage
Now they be giving them minimum sentences
If they gonna live in a cage
Well then they family gonna live better, sh**
Now my incentive is to keep my people wealthy
Eatin', organic, I keep my people healthy
Leaky, Titanic, them freaky women love me
Young Hispanics in galleries up in Chelsea
Ah, what the f** you mean I ain't nice?
I'm lightning and strikin' twice, excitin' as any vice ah
I got you beggin' me for your life
Until your knees lookin' like the f**in' Pa**ion of the Christ ah
Where they be doublin' bags half price
Keeping an eye out for the vice or when the D's pa** by
Life a crap shoot, we rollin' them stacked dice
For bills that are past due, hoes that are stacked nice
‘Cause we advocates, we savage, sh**, Impalas always pa**in' it
Piojos always staggerin' ‘cause you could get a bag for ten
The high is now even if tomorrow cancerous
Don't worry about the future when all that's holdin' is jowl or d**h
We holdin' shallow breath, all of my people are looking at whips
And chains like if that's success but they can't pa** the test
She 16 and showin' a** and breasts ‘cause mama said f** a bachelor degree
Go get a bachelorette and start a family, don't start a career, yeah
That's the mentality for daughters up here yeah
The latest block gossip, man, that's all that you hear
Like, “Yo, who f**in' who?!” and “Who about to get cheers?”
It's all addictions and convictions and ritual superstitions
Botanicas on the corner with rosaries in the windows
Pastors don't give a sh** about Jesus's crucifixion
‘Cause they be gettin' they money from skimmin' out the collections
Sinners with imperfections, agendas and hid intentions
b**hes is whipping Benzes, we Section 8 on they rented
Kids that ain't know they father, the odds have been stacked against us
That's just the way that we living on 167th