( Alfredo Antolin)
Ayy first off I tell you bro, its heavy cause I got to carry this barrier
This means nothing for me hoes, only a hole in your pussy I carrier
And I buried her, in my grave yard I'll not crying yo
Still make it go, believe me I will take and gift this curse to yall
It ain't things should go cause I got a dope, you so broke fella
I don’t need acappela, you sick you got a ebola, thinks you need a formula
Need a extra one, to make it goes in the street to be a good gangster
Come on faster, don’t miss it and passed her, man I need a pastor
A master, in your own hood straight to my home, neighbor talk shit bout me
I don’t give a damn, anybody brandish a weapon ain't no second, haha whats your position, change your perception. To me you are a dumbass can't achieve succession
Its me a l f r e d o, launch this lyric like a bow straight to the target
I don’t know what you get, but please don’t act like puppet
But damn its take good like a buffet, I mean you guys still look like a muppet
Damn its gangster home, only strong can goes, and the lame broke always be the lose no hope, can't goes stuck in that hole, hand cuffed by the police. Fuck the police, ready for the mugshot, you got to go to your home I mean police home
All I say was base on the truly story, not a children story
Or toy story, now you know what you gotta now, don’t be scared, or afraid
Don’t let that things come impared
Last things I got to say its street life
We live, we feel and we fight
We not cry like a baby, we pursue to the limit
We don’t whos the spirit, we don’t wait for a minute
We come to prove it and see it
We don’t give a change to hit, we always hit
Maybe feel so heat, come and smoke a weed
This is street life !