Way Before the Birds
Pinche verga bien parada
Yeah, born in Tyler, soy Tejano
Brought me to the heater as a jit, so now Palomitas radicamos
Was a three year old chicano.
Could have been lost or in a ditch man RIP to all my partners
Wish you would have grabbed your armor
I wish you would have played it smarter
Wish you would have never started riding around with pistols as a fucking child
Smoking drinking, shit its been a while
Reminiscing man we was wild
Man its hard to crack a smile
But ill see you in a while
Living through my music, check the files, Melody so fuckin hostile
Uyyy
Violent
In my shoes you couldn't walk a mile
Watching momma struggle with the pile
As a kid I couldn't help her trials
Struggle put her all up in denial
Hurt me to see lies that last a while
Couldn't sit there like a sundial
All her efforts weren't worth a while
Couldn't help as a juvenile
That shit turned me to a fucking crocodile
All the homies already selling that foul
Had a talk then we recompiled
Rerock took us out the fucking south
Went from drowning to a fucking drought
But it wasnt for the fucking clout
I didn't want no designer
All I wanted was that peace of mind
In my jefas head
Dodging all these feds
Weight all on my legs
Still run like Usain
All this aint in vein
Give a fuck about them
My Glock don't hold ten
Fifty ima send
Don't talk to me about no struggle unless you've been evicted right before they cut the water
Have you ever took a cold shower
Have you ever touched a fucking P
Made it backflip till the plug grin
Now he bag twen
Ohh, that's a dub worth of elbows nigga
Have you ever felt that pressure nigga
Ar pistols w the binary triggers
Weight increase yeah calibers got bigger
458 go through engine blocks that's my hitter, yea that's my hitter
Swear the shit bitter
Miss your next dinner
I was way quicker
Ammo way thicker
Went down like a zipper
Homie way slicker, homie way slicker
Then we drink, celebrate, drink some liquor
Shout out that nigga jhonny shotguns
Stop you in yo fucking tracks
Shout out to that nigga track
All I spit is fucking facts
Want a verse, I might just tax yea
Got that Spanish shit on lock down
Just like they have young Blacky now
Free my lil carnal, he gone hold it down
Until then my brotha Ima keep on calling
Ima keep reminding that a friend is much more than just a word
Loyalty was sworn way before the birds
We come in first, you can keep third
Uly flopping that shit unheard
Got there password
Cases deferred
Cases deferred, is it over
I ran out of beat again hahaha
Yeah, born in Tyler, soy Tejano
Brought me to the heater as a jit, so now Palomitas radicamos
Was a three year old chicano.
Could have been lost or in a ditch man RIP to all my partners
Wish you would have grabbed your armor
I wish you would have played it smarter
Wish you would have never started riding around with pistols as a fucking child
Smoking drinking, shit its been a while
Reminiscing man we was wild
Man its hard to crack a smile
But ill see you in a while
Living through my music, check the files, Melody so fuckin hostile
Uyyy
Violent
In my shoes you couldn't walk a mile
Watching momma struggle with the pile
As a kid I couldn't help her trials
Struggle put her all up in denial
Hurt me to see lies that last a while
Couldn't sit there like a sundial
All her efforts weren't worth a while
Couldn't help as a juvenile
That shit turned me to a fucking crocodile
All the homies already selling that foul
Had a talk then we recompiled
Rerock took us out the fucking south
Went from drowning to a fucking drought
But it wasnt for the fucking clout
I didn't want no designer
All I wanted was that peace of mind
In my jefas head
Dodging all these feds
Weight all on my legs
Still run like Usain
All this aint in vein
Give a fuck about them
My Glock don't hold ten
Fifty ima send
Don't talk to me about no struggle unless you've been evicted right before they cut the water
Have you ever took a cold shower
Have you ever touched a fucking P
Made it backflip till the plug grin
Now he bag twen
Ohh, that's a dub worth of elbows nigga
Have you ever felt that pressure nigga
Ar pistols w the binary triggers
Weight increase yeah calibers got bigger
458 go through engine blocks that's my hitter, yea that's my hitter
Swear the shit bitter
Miss your next dinner
I was way quicker
Ammo way thicker
Went down like a zipper
Homie way slicker, homie way slicker
Then we drink, celebrate, drink some liquor
Shout out that nigga jhonny shotguns
Stop you in yo fucking tracks
Shout out to that nigga track
All I spit is fucking facts
Want a verse, I might just tax yea
Got that Spanish shit on lock down
Just like they have young Blacky now
Free my lil carnal, he gone hold it down
Until then my brotha Ima keep on calling
Ima keep reminding that a friend is much more than just a word
Loyalty was sworn way before the birds
We come in first, you can keep third
Uly flopping that shit unheard
Got there password
Cases deferred
Cases deferred, is it over
I ran out of beat again hahaha
Credits
Writer(s): Erick Rangel
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