LIL CHAPO

Swear man, Brodie be makin them fuckin hits
Shit, this shit Lil Chapo foreal

Speakin up on the mic, it's Lil Chapo hoe
Yeah my blood from the trenches, that's somethin ya'll should know
I was raised with no dad, but that's just how it goes
We was both on the block, gettin guap hoe
In the the trap with some thotties, they call me guapo
Run up on me you fool, you gone get popped bro
I'm just tryna go get the rap game on lock yo
Tryna do what he did, yeah free El Chapo

Tryna get me a bag, and go and feed the trenches
Culiacan, Sinaloa, bitch I've been really in it
Don't even ask where that's at, just go and mind yo business
My only business is rappin, I'm tryna get some millions
If that shit don't work out, i'm goin back to dealin
Fuck that, young chapo probably get into stealin
Catch me back at the wood, yeah in the partments chillin
Hope you hear every word, this really what I'm feelin
Everything that I do, it's all done for the kids
Wanna move to the trenches, and go do something big
Tryna gather the children, and get some hats at lids
I just want all the money, don't care about the hits
Fuck the industry, they know that chapo makin it
If they think so or not, well I don't give a shit
On my momma, I don't even be fuckin with these chicks
I just love all my slimes, and ridin with my blick
I love hangin with Franklin, don't care about the fame
Culiacan and the wood, that's what I fuckin claim
From the desert, where it don't even muthafuckin rain
Gotta keep me a pistol, no I can never change
At the bricks with my goons, everything the same
Hope you hear all my music, and also feel my pain
Ever Paul Valenzuela, bitch that's the fuckin name
Lil Chapo and Money Cartels the fuckin gang
Tryna step into rap, start fuckin up the game
Ridin slow through East JC, with the fuckin flame
Word play, I'm tryna be Kendrick or Wayne
I can feel all this rap shit, I got it in my veins
When the bad shit go down, I'm the one they blame
But I don't even give a fuck no more, cause I got aim
Posted up in the partments, smokin Mary Jane
Ima rapper, but care less about some fuckin chains

Speakin up on the mic, it's Lil Chapo hoe
Yeah my blood from the trenches, that's somethin ya'll should know
I was raised with no dad, but that's just how it goes
We was both on the block, gettin guap hoe
In the trap with some thotties, they call me guapo
Run up on me you fool, you gone get popped bro
I'm just tryna go get the rap game on lock yo
Tryna do what he did, yeah free El Chapo

Shit man, that's real shit, this shit some gas tho, this shit be havin me slow