Clutching his beat
You don't get tired of talking * All
the years are yours but you end up with
the same * Ok,
I understand it's good to be a dreamer
But you don't, I mean, you're really a snorer
Sing a lullaby and if you take it off your alibi
Put the chipete on 9,
let's do the electric slide
The gun sounds like a trojan A storm,
Halo tips,
in your block there's
a steel water
You don't look for notes
You arrive at the party and never give a
note That you have money but you don't notice
The one who doesn't have money is because he's nothing
Lambo,
you don't deserve more than a box of bullets
Hang on the radio for your family,
no one listens
Dumbass nigga,
you don't even take care of your family
Sending DMs to the waitress
You don't have a room to stay in the sidewalk
Mami, you're good at talking *
You're standing there,
the nails with a trot of the two flots of this language
You don't get tired of doing so much bullshit
Compare me to people like you being an insult
You're a chota,
a hidden cop In all the chorus,
whistling,
watching the points
Ey yo,
you don't look for notes You arrive
at the party and never give a note
That you have money but you don't notice The one
who doesn't have money is because he's nothing
Lambo,
you don't deserve more than a box of
bullets Hang on the radio for your family,
no one listens
Dumbass nigga,
you don't even take care of your family
The one
who doesn't have money is because he's nothing