Oh yeah?
Chills bruh?
Watch me
Salsa de pato over spanish rice
Who said i ain’t live a lavish life?
Look at it twice, the loop was giving me latin vibes so i added spice
Whoever told you grab a mic gave you bad advice
Don’t mean you nice ‘cause you act polite
You wouldn’t impress a soul if you was gladys knight
I might toss a verse at you if the cash is right
I need bands in each hand like the acolytes
Make sure them bills crispy as a can of sprite
Toss ‘em at ya’ girlie dancing dirty no havana nights
Shorty looking like a flashback of vanna white
I need a young mary steenburgen wit’ that bush looking like a sea urchin
She seem like a sweet person, all the pretty ones crazy so i can’t be certain
Words flowing well together like i speak cursive
Ya’ whole style need service
sh#t all i do is leave earth with these verses
Since back when i was deemed worthless
Still am i’m just a tweaked version
I’m working on it tryna seek purpose
While i heal from old traumas that tend to resurface
Hanging where the fiends lurking
Hand-to-hand sales, me i mind my own business during each purchase
Primo usually wit’ them trees burning
In the west by where my tíos used to eat church’s
Know i’m saying man?
I’m just talking
Look
Whole world burning i got ash in my beer
When i’m sad i pull out a wad of cash for my tears
Nah i’m playing, bank account in overdraft it appears
I woke up in the negatives, feel like alaska in here
I’m hungover wondering if the aspirin is near
‘cause my head feeling like it just smashed through a mirror
Say my name in it, bet i pop up like a p#rn virus
So effortless wit’ it, y’all was born trying
A scorned giant, outed for his poor diet
Always said he’d get his revenge, and he swore by it
Grew up with them skateboarders but i didn’t skate
Always too heavy, started grinding in a different way
Working towards the bread and chicken like it’s chick-fil-a
It’s 98 degrees in the town, i just seen nick lachey
This heat wave came out of nowhere and it hit the bay
‘round the same time this sh#t was made, coincidence or nay?
Go for the latter like the dudleys
I like my batter kinda buttery
She say it don’t matter if i’m ugly
Besides she like me fatter ‘cause i’m cuddly
b#tch enable me i’m going through the roof
I been the goat, i’m just showing them the proof, why would i hold ‘em from the truth?
They screaming ‘damn’ they ain’t quoting no faarooq
I don’t play soccer but it’s been oakland in my roots
I been posted wit’ my troops since we was living in that warzone
The more grimier the neighborhood the more home
That sharp fly sh#t like a sword thrown
Mixed with the self-deprecation and pure soul
Baby
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