[Hook] Que será, será Que será, será Que será, será Que será, será, whatever will be [Verse 1: Jonathan Sosa] Please humble Father, forgive me I'm praying that these words gone take me farther than 50 Never sell my soul with the Devil bargaining with me I'm witnessing nights when n***as steady bargaining with me Form tipsy to the grave, kinda tipsy and afraid That I played the game With thoughts of being clipped before I'm saved Life quarters continue Cause I'm repressing all the darkest corners I've been to I live by the pencil and die by the pen, dust in the wind But the paper blows money to spend, hundreds of yen From a place where these fake a** n***as love to pretend Reminiscing over the fallen solders guzzling gin Again, twenties in the wind I try to take them to church but I‘m in the city of sin Dope sh** in your será though Que será, será, but what the f** do I know? [Hook] [Verse 2: Tsu Surf] I sign, seal it and stamp it, just take a look at the canvas Paint a few picture then vanish And life is full of sh**, never been one to be Pamper'd Don't panic, understand it I just use what I have been handed Dealt a few cards and made flames I think that make me Gambit Pretty petite Panamanian Don't quote me, she could be Spanish She say, "What's wrong? You seem tense" Then it always lead to me getting head, she let me vent And papi always good with the six, I make 10 But que será, será though I'm thinking all black with a devils cap if I gotta go I hate I still dream about them nights And the bangs and the screams, tires screeching & them lights But que será, será though Flashbacks when I'm high though Back in mama crib, writing raps, damn, where the time go? Favorite sh** was old Eminem featuring Dido That's how you say it, right? We was trappin' all morning, go out and play late at night Laser tag when it's dark Just hope and pray that we see the light Morning ain't promised, sh**, that's a known fact sh**, you might need a GPS to make it home, scrap [Hook]