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-------- up all night and my rolly dont tok i been countin down the clock like yo que hora came a long way from the day one shit man i cannot be no el que llora keepin them 3 things right by me my pen pistola my espada measure that twice and i cut that once man i cannot be fuckin up dat fah nada dabbin up traplords tell em good looks gotta couple cuzzins out here cookin my books type of shit im spittin is a little to drastic verbal acrobatics flairs for dramatics sip while i lean yes thats promethazine 16 oz to the lb 20 more to the ki summer 100 degrees im cooler than winter freeze you shackled in the mind and ya no longer free takin my vacay at de cameron i be out here burnin my provologne spittin that fuego like el boqueron movers shakers fat cat gatos feds on my ass do not leave me alone check every corner turnin every stone do not forgive and i do not atone only role model that i know is chapo burn my chronic widda gin and tonic goin henn da rix witteez pentatonics ima pop that perc like my medicine i got senzu bean im supah sayajin i got 7 mac 11s and bout 8 38s i can send em all to heaven if they lackin or they late fuck em all fuck em all i can tell ya can't relate but then raw is the law when the dawg fornicate yea * hook * you aint like me i can tell where ya from dawg you aint got the scent of these other bottom rung dawgs tell up off the rip that you just another bum dawg tell ya right nah that you fuckin with a fuckin with a tryna hold me down ever since i was a yung dawg i been punk rock like that tar that i strum dawg runnin in the streets we was always poppin guns dawg tell ya right nah that you fuckin with a fuckin with a you aint like me i can tell where ya from dawg you aint got the truth when you spittin over drums dawg livin through the plagues and the blackening the sun dawg tell ya right nah that you fuckin with a fuckin with a fam up in the grave and that story's unsung dawg put that on my back and that shit done weighed a ton dawg they gon live through me because i could be the one dawg tell ya right nah that you fuckin with a slum gawd * hook * month of ramadan all i eat is beats takin the world i inherit the meek mask off mood man i feel like sheik you a pussy in dem boots and my cousins names sleep i be huntin sounds like i was a sonic blood hound lookin for the bounce thatll make a shorty buss down little bit profound how that shit familiar now thats the same sound as extendo mag drum rounds ready to move and i do not trust you man i got that safe house out in cabo ask what i do, who tf is you boy i could tell that you gestapo my piano with the ivory notes i be hittin them kis like my name is chapo gold medal flow when that 808 blow man they thinkin that i sold my soul to el dyablo aint one of mine if ya aint got grime first world fuck boys pop ya collars come on my side you could peep my ride rick shaw decal che guevara really that fact is im livin like atlas world on my shoulders weighs a ton never did sang fought with claw and fang but i wanna spit slang and bang on drums praise allah that the boy too raw my hooks sound like azaan out slums sumthin like sosa sippin ambrosia got the kiddies cookin up opium child rebel solja pull up and smoke ya ready to die for the gang like huns stand dont run everybody got guns no due process fuh da murder 1 * hook *more