Sinaloa Cartel

I stayed on the station on the floor in the bando my boys
Showered at your baby mothers had her changing my coins
I'm on the hotline talking with some bass in my voice
A blue mattress and the dirt is what i'm tryna avoid
I know i'm making my choice
I think i'm the best thing that ever came from the 'Goine
And I know that ain't saying much i'm kinda missing the point
Remember you was at my door, Potter give me a joint
We come a long way
Now all they ever seem to do is just rub me up the wrong way
You should listen to me, let the song play
Pull up in that Bruce Wayne & I got that John Wayne
You see me filthy, see my free
Why the long face?
You see me do all of them years and never complain
You see me out there hand to handing in the sun, rain
I see you getting all excited for a one fame
Shame you aint all excited bout the gun play
Ah well
Round here we got them things like the Sinaloa cartel
I don't wanna hear bout all that work you can't sell
My young boy selling off, make the yard smell
They shoot top shottas too, call them Darnell
I'm carrying the rap game made my head swell
I mean made my arms swell
All well that ends well
Still my own strain the only thing I exhale
Guess who made it snow stones they call that hail
I can tell you about heartache, death and betrayal
I was on Nightingale, Osprey, I never went Quail
But just for that put some henny in my ginger ale
Longtime now I had pigs on my trail
They got intel, I wanna see your entrails
And that's interesting, cah I won't give it to him once
I'm gonna string vest him
No safety on the safety that I invest in
And I bet everything changes when the ink sets in