EL CADEJO
El Cadejo
No me dejo
Mal espejo
No you ain't special
Get the memo listen Viejo
You doin all that lame ass shit for validation from bitches
I was born in 98 my people soak my riches
King of my mansion
Wearing chancletas
Blue flag
Que Bonita, bandera
No gain without pain
No flowers without rain
I'm sorry for cocaine
Ain't worried about who's sane
I hit a lick for 15 hunnid
The money still comin when you frontin
I gave it right back to my family
Know we pay for nothin
Any time I jug, my pops know that I learned it from him
A true survivor muthafucka
Can't take rest for nothing
El Cadejo, Mago Negro
Cero Miedo
Mirarte al espejo
Never show no fuckin fear no
I still ended up living I never keep my head low
I'm living off of the balance I wanna keep my halo
He only 17 his homies was his motive
He only 17 his momma never noticed
Now when you find your true calling in this life nothin matters
You either put down or fight
Now watch some blood splatter
They telling big homies that my motion bothering them but really you a fucking baby cuz I'm fathering them
I was the king of these beats
Before the king of these streets
Ain't no scene in LA because I took it with me
Dallas did me more than any other city
Watching Roc Marciano visual i seen my ex bitty
Same frequency shit I guess it's higher living
It always comes right back
Sometimes it takes a min
No me dejo
Mal espejo
No you ain't special
Get the memo listen Viejo
You doin all that lame ass shit for validation from bitches
I was born in 98 my people soak my riches
King of my mansion
Wearing chancletas
Blue flag
Que Bonita, bandera
No gain without pain
No flowers without rain
I'm sorry for cocaine
Ain't worried about who's sane
I hit a lick for 15 hunnid
The money still comin when you frontin
I gave it right back to my family
Know we pay for nothin
Any time I jug, my pops know that I learned it from him
A true survivor muthafucka
Can't take rest for nothing
El Cadejo, Mago Negro
Cero Miedo
Mirarte al espejo
Never show no fuckin fear no
I still ended up living I never keep my head low
I'm living off of the balance I wanna keep my halo
He only 17 his homies was his motive
He only 17 his momma never noticed
Now when you find your true calling in this life nothin matters
You either put down or fight
Now watch some blood splatter
They telling big homies that my motion bothering them but really you a fucking baby cuz I'm fathering them
I was the king of these beats
Before the king of these streets
Ain't no scene in LA because I took it with me
Dallas did me more than any other city
Watching Roc Marciano visual i seen my ex bitty
Same frequency shit I guess it's higher living
It always comes right back
Sometimes it takes a min
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Writer(s): Joseph Castillo
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