DIOS MIO
Dios mio
I got a lot on my plate, yeah
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith, yeah
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Some shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been workin' on my shit
Dawg, I been tryna eat
Hungry, I'm picking my teeth
I was raised up on the street
Daddy left when I was 3
Since he dipped, it's been beef
I just been working so hard
Tryna prove the bastard wrong
Imma make it from these songs
Crease the toe box like Romeo
Only when I see the cops
It's smoke when Im seeing my opps
They think I'm icy dawg, I-C-Y
Probably cause I'm looking so fly
Gucci in my casket when I die
I been out here living 2 lives like I'm Tyler Durden
Tryna get my Birkin
Sorry babe, It's working
I been in the cut like a surgeon
Get my bread up, I was once hurting
I ain't going back
Yeah, I'm a different person baby
I got a lot on my plate
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends, they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been working on my shit
I been working on my
I been working on my shit
Dios mi cora tan frio
Toda mi vida un lío
Sangre latino
Hijo de campesino
Saben que soy El Niño
They stay dreaming 'bout a kilo
Dropping acid like amino
Used to wanna be Di Nero, Casino
Make a fortune and give back to the people
Used to scavenge for a gino
Caught in this web like I'm Tino
I ain't stopping til mi gente is equal
Free my children in the cages
Them incarcerated faces
Pain, I pray you never taste it
Situations never faced with
Only then you'll understand
All the rage we feel on the daily
I got a lot on my plate
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends, they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been working on my shit
I been working on my
I been working on my shit
I got a lot on my plate, yeah
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith, yeah
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Some shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been workin' on my shit
Dawg, I been tryna eat
Hungry, I'm picking my teeth
I was raised up on the street
Daddy left when I was 3
Since he dipped, it's been beef
I just been working so hard
Tryna prove the bastard wrong
Imma make it from these songs
Crease the toe box like Romeo
Only when I see the cops
It's smoke when Im seeing my opps
They think I'm icy dawg, I-C-Y
Probably cause I'm looking so fly
Gucci in my casket when I die
I been out here living 2 lives like I'm Tyler Durden
Tryna get my Birkin
Sorry babe, It's working
I been in the cut like a surgeon
Get my bread up, I was once hurting
I ain't going back
Yeah, I'm a different person baby
I got a lot on my plate
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends, they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been working on my shit
I been working on my
I been working on my shit
Dios mi cora tan frio
Toda mi vida un lío
Sangre latino
Hijo de campesino
Saben que soy El Niño
They stay dreaming 'bout a kilo
Dropping acid like amino
Used to wanna be Di Nero, Casino
Make a fortune and give back to the people
Used to scavenge for a gino
Caught in this web like I'm Tino
I ain't stopping til mi gente is equal
Free my children in the cages
Them incarcerated faces
Pain, I pray you never taste it
Situations never faced with
Only then you'll understand
All the rage we feel on the daily
I got a lot on my plate
I ain't got time for no breaks
My last girl thought I was average
Told her that was a mistake
I can never catch a break
Bless my ex friends, they all fake
I just keep my head up, mane
Turn the problem to a Wraith
Turn that Honda to a Wraith
Hit my crib and hit the safe
Homie, I'm tryna get paid
Laid down the path for my bag
Hustled for minimum wage
Struggled, ain't on the same page
I had to do what I did
Some shit I'll never tell my kids
Shit I'll never tell my mom
Some shit I'll never tell my bitch
I been working on my shit
I been working on my
I been working on my shit
Credits
Writer(s): Conor Brisard
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