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Oh, Oh, Oh, Ah
Oh, These streets are a danger zone
Get it?
Vro, I got people selling the dope
Forget it
Yo, talk a lot I'll paralyzed a foe
Get it?
No, took his spot and stop messing with
Buffa-
Lo, Stop sending me fifi's on my phone
Vro, mama told me coja el dinero
Tu quiere?
Yo, talk a lot I'll paralyzed a foe
Get it?
No, took his spot and stop messing with
Buffa-
Lo
I went robbing with my demons and I let that
Go
I remember it was empty aisle turn to an empty
Store
I remember I was about to get freaky on that Rav
Four
But I'm focus on the pancito,
I don't wanna mess with my
Left-O's
People don't believe what bad ass teenager I was
I rob, drink, smoke, sex, then I leave thinking that I'm enough
Each part, each moment, this is my life which is rough
Watch I blow up, fakes show up, but still on that bluff
Ou
I don't wanna mess with my gooks
They just tryin' to get my one, two
Young jit really trapped in the Zuu
This is the circle of life
Born to sin, then we die
Borthers gone, Mothers cry
Making every kid traumatized
Thats just the 305, not the touring side
It is what it is
Cuvies in the lungs of kids
Gangs killing innocents
But, nobody gives a shit
Let them kill, take his will
Take his money, pop some pills
Lets get real, hard to pay the bills
Fuck society
Fuck reality
This real shit, no fant-
Oh, These streets are a danger zone
Get it?
Vro, I got people selling the dope
Forget it
Yo, talk a lot I'll paralyzed a foe
Get it?
No, took his spot and stop messing with
Buffa-
Lo, Stop sending me fifi's on my phone
Vro, mama told me coja el dinero
Tu quiere?
Yo, talk a lot I'll paralyzed a foe
Get it?
No, took his spot and stop messing with
Buffa-
Lo
Buffa-
Lo
Buffa-
Lo
Buffa-
Lo
Oh
Oh



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Writer(s): Isaiah Mora
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