Tragos
Yuh yuh
Some real shit though
In downtown they beg for money just to get high
En Chicali they begging just to get by
Money got us all addicted
It's no answer to the world
In the street I saw a mother
Fighting cancer for her girls
Ugh!
Look at him, he a king
I can see right through that he a pinche tecolin'
Ugh
But look at him, boy can sing
Fuck his day ones, fuck his family
Move to Hollywood, he'll make it big huh?
While brown boy got shot up on the block
That's all we know
Aye, black boy got shot up by the cop
That's all we know
Aye, placa stay trippin' off that crop
That's all we know
They blame the kids but it's not their fault
That's all we know
Aye
Brown boy got shot up on the block
(Yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh)
Black boy got shot up by the cop
That's all we need to know
Yeah and mom's like...
"¿Mijo, porque eres tan grosero?"
"Yo te enseñé mejor que eso"
"Tu ya sabes que te quiero"
"Pero no te entiendo"
Momma always worried
Pops always working
Always in a hurry
I was always Kirby
After school we'd laugh till our stomach's hurt
Now we're all split
And my stomach churns
Thinking bout the past
Thinking bout the burns
Thinking bout the laughs
Lived with no concerns
Talking shit in class
Four player smash
But real love never lasts
Memories...
Now they're good fucking memories
It was magic, it was synergy
Chinga tu madre to my enemies
Fuck it bruh, shoot the shot (Aye)
I'll die for it, fore I stop (Aye)
Snitches talking to cops (Aye)
Bodies start to get dropped
Life finds a way
Time runs its course
Got time for one more blunt
Pass me that torch
Life finds a way
Time runs its course
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Shots on the porch
150,000 people will die today
I know that shit's terrifying
No matter what, we're gonna die
Let me, let me clarify
If they said you can live free
Then they fucking lying
They fucking lied to us
They fucking lied to you
They fucking lied to me
Nah, underdog gotta go harder than that
R.I.P. they want that rippity rap
Body this shit, bury it in a bag
Undertaking, not giving it back
Mesero otro trago por favor
Que quiero ya olvidarme del dolor
La misma historia de un tonto amor
Pero miren nada mas como me dejo su adios
No one knows what's going on
Hold them tight before they're gone
You ain't gotta die alone
When it's time to go
Death don't give a fuck and it's time to go
One day you're gonna die
And so will I
But live it like
We die tonight
Cuz we just might
Life is a beautiful bride in all white
We love her, then fuck it
We cheat and we fight
Death is the mistress I'm fucking tonight
I know I'm playing myself but alright
I think we're all just along for the ride
We don't know when we're gonna die
But we know that we're running out of time
Mesero otro trago por favor
Que quiero ya olvidarme del dolor
Otra historia de un trágico amor
Aún no puedo aceptarlo, se la llevó mi Dios
Some real shit though
In downtown they beg for money just to get high
En Chicali they begging just to get by
Money got us all addicted
It's no answer to the world
In the street I saw a mother
Fighting cancer for her girls
Ugh!
Look at him, he a king
I can see right through that he a pinche tecolin'
Ugh
But look at him, boy can sing
Fuck his day ones, fuck his family
Move to Hollywood, he'll make it big huh?
While brown boy got shot up on the block
That's all we know
Aye, black boy got shot up by the cop
That's all we know
Aye, placa stay trippin' off that crop
That's all we know
They blame the kids but it's not their fault
That's all we know
Aye
Brown boy got shot up on the block
(Yuh, yuh yuh, yuh yuh yuh)
Black boy got shot up by the cop
That's all we need to know
Yeah and mom's like...
"¿Mijo, porque eres tan grosero?"
"Yo te enseñé mejor que eso"
"Tu ya sabes que te quiero"
"Pero no te entiendo"
Momma always worried
Pops always working
Always in a hurry
I was always Kirby
After school we'd laugh till our stomach's hurt
Now we're all split
And my stomach churns
Thinking bout the past
Thinking bout the burns
Thinking bout the laughs
Lived with no concerns
Talking shit in class
Four player smash
But real love never lasts
Memories...
Now they're good fucking memories
It was magic, it was synergy
Chinga tu madre to my enemies
Fuck it bruh, shoot the shot (Aye)
I'll die for it, fore I stop (Aye)
Snitches talking to cops (Aye)
Bodies start to get dropped
Life finds a way
Time runs its course
Got time for one more blunt
Pass me that torch
Life finds a way
Time runs its course
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Shots on the porch
150,000 people will die today
I know that shit's terrifying
No matter what, we're gonna die
Let me, let me clarify
If they said you can live free
Then they fucking lying
They fucking lied to us
They fucking lied to you
They fucking lied to me
Nah, underdog gotta go harder than that
R.I.P. they want that rippity rap
Body this shit, bury it in a bag
Undertaking, not giving it back
Mesero otro trago por favor
Que quiero ya olvidarme del dolor
La misma historia de un tonto amor
Pero miren nada mas como me dejo su adios
No one knows what's going on
Hold them tight before they're gone
You ain't gotta die alone
When it's time to go
Death don't give a fuck and it's time to go
One day you're gonna die
And so will I
But live it like
We die tonight
Cuz we just might
Life is a beautiful bride in all white
We love her, then fuck it
We cheat and we fight
Death is the mistress I'm fucking tonight
I know I'm playing myself but alright
I think we're all just along for the ride
We don't know when we're gonna die
But we know that we're running out of time
Mesero otro trago por favor
Que quiero ya olvidarme del dolor
Otra historia de un trágico amor
Aún no puedo aceptarlo, se la llevó mi Dios
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Writer(s): Antonio Quirarte Flores
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