Martinelli

Sippin' Tanqueray with Martinelli
Over the phone this Gio cologne my bitch will smell me
Locked in been talking to God like he my celly
Chop cheese I'll get that from a New York deli
Spent nights by that fire just to slow down
Sippin' slow no rush yeah fuck the time now
Long Beach I'm used to seeing what crimes bout
My uncle Lupe been at work but he on time out
Them drugs catch up no matter what you cry about
Chip on my shoulder writing rhymes in a baby stroller
They pulled us over harassed my momma and mocked her culture
When I get older I'm giving you pigs the cold shoulder
Baby yoda
Crayola with can of soda
Smoking doja my big bro was whippin' yola

I seen some things in my life
Trynna make it out but my hands feeling tight
Seen some things in my life
Trynna make it out but my hands feeling tide



Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Armenta
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