Viva La Karma
Like the rose from the concrete i rose to the challenge
& I'm staying down on 10 toes so i'm balanced
I dropped the bullshit & focused my talents
Homie i'm bouta blow watch for fragments
RIP my pops not even 30 years my senior
These streets is gettin meaner & me i'm gettin colder
I got a chill demeanor but beast when i get to flowin
Only time i'm turning up is when im on stage
On that g code you weak fools is on the wrong page
Heart of a lion but be lying up in a small frame
Even when sober homie staying down as always
RIP Jojo my lil homie got killed
Hold you down vato cus we on the block still
& I ain't saying its right but fuck it this how i feel
& If these bastards could kill me homie then they will
But i won't give em the chance
Won't give the devil a dance
& I ain't liftin my pants
So these bitches can kiss my ass
I know i should go slow but I'm sippin that liquor fast
Close your eyes in the night bet you can hear my system blast
Down the street
Revenge is sweet
But it's sweeter to feed em their words, homie make em eat
About your girl I'm sure you heard, that
I beat them cheeks
& Then i spit the heat up on these beats
While Blacksmith level out the peaks
Hear this young vato speak
Mama raised me
Pops I miss you
Lord help me forgive em I got some issues
Nah you ain't knowin bout half of the shit i been thru
Fuck the world middle fingers up i'm a big mood
Veins ice like igloo
Slice like kimbo
Hustle like rent due
Duck I might hit you
Blah
I'm running the show but this ain't a act
The crown you know where it's at
I got the city on my Back
Woof
I'm a dog but she sit her kitty on my lap
My life like a game of sticks i got the shitty end of that
God throwin curveballs just to see if i can adapt
Forever reppin the T that's up on my hat
Shit
Might as well
Destination is likely Hell
Rollin in the deep a young mothafucka feel like Adele
Salt & sugar look the same to you, but i could tell
This fake love ain't changing nothing i'm riding round by myself
Foos from my past that still want me dead
& I can't blame em i was lil knucklehead
Remember gettin into it but don't remember what was said
But this is blood in blood out so homie how can i forget
I'm from the land of the skandalous filled with drama
Neck deep in this shit should've been a goner
This is me no persona
Death fo' dishonor
All hail the dollar
Shit & word to my Tio
Viva La Karma
& I'm staying down on 10 toes so i'm balanced
I dropped the bullshit & focused my talents
Homie i'm bouta blow watch for fragments
RIP my pops not even 30 years my senior
These streets is gettin meaner & me i'm gettin colder
I got a chill demeanor but beast when i get to flowin
Only time i'm turning up is when im on stage
On that g code you weak fools is on the wrong page
Heart of a lion but be lying up in a small frame
Even when sober homie staying down as always
RIP Jojo my lil homie got killed
Hold you down vato cus we on the block still
& I ain't saying its right but fuck it this how i feel
& If these bastards could kill me homie then they will
But i won't give em the chance
Won't give the devil a dance
& I ain't liftin my pants
So these bitches can kiss my ass
I know i should go slow but I'm sippin that liquor fast
Close your eyes in the night bet you can hear my system blast
Down the street
Revenge is sweet
But it's sweeter to feed em their words, homie make em eat
About your girl I'm sure you heard, that
I beat them cheeks
& Then i spit the heat up on these beats
While Blacksmith level out the peaks
Hear this young vato speak
Mama raised me
Pops I miss you
Lord help me forgive em I got some issues
Nah you ain't knowin bout half of the shit i been thru
Fuck the world middle fingers up i'm a big mood
Veins ice like igloo
Slice like kimbo
Hustle like rent due
Duck I might hit you
Blah
I'm running the show but this ain't a act
The crown you know where it's at
I got the city on my Back
Woof
I'm a dog but she sit her kitty on my lap
My life like a game of sticks i got the shitty end of that
God throwin curveballs just to see if i can adapt
Forever reppin the T that's up on my hat
Shit
Might as well
Destination is likely Hell
Rollin in the deep a young mothafucka feel like Adele
Salt & sugar look the same to you, but i could tell
This fake love ain't changing nothing i'm riding round by myself
Foos from my past that still want me dead
& I can't blame em i was lil knucklehead
Remember gettin into it but don't remember what was said
But this is blood in blood out so homie how can i forget
I'm from the land of the skandalous filled with drama
Neck deep in this shit should've been a goner
This is me no persona
Death fo' dishonor
All hail the dollar
Shit & word to my Tio
Viva La Karma
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Writer(s): Carlos E Olmos, Ezequiel Grajeda
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