[Intro]

What time is it?
Welcome back!
It's been a long time, I know

[Verse 1: Art Morera]
Light an L if you ain't trynna be somebody else
My parents said "Farewell" on El Mariel
And "Hello", well more like "Hola"
To good ol' America, we'll be more well off
I wasn't born yet but when I was, Morera
Was the name they gave me, I'm an 80's baby
You know the stories of my city around the time I was just teething'
Cocaine and gun slingin' in my upbringin'
Where I'm from you only need to give em one reason
For them to treat you like it was duck season and
Bah! Bah! Duck! Jesus Christ!
You'd hug your pillow tight after eating abuela's beans and rice and chuletas
They'll take your shit if you let em
Fall victim to some bootleggers
So all I got for them is 2 letters
F U, my uncle told me "Nephew
We seek refuge so I refuse to hear any excuses
I don't know what an excuse is."
Something to let loose with
Guess who it is with some fresh new fresh new fresh new shit
I used an old number for Western Union
And grinded the whole summer
No wonder they thought an investor through in
I think it's about time for a revolution

[Hook: Art Morera]
You hear me out there? Say yeah!
You hear me out there? Say yeah!
Aw yeah

This the shit, ain't it?
Nixon on the track!

Uh huh, check me out

[Verse 2: Art Morera]
This the shit, ain't it? Well
You don't make it to the top story telling tall tales
When all fails, they'll be hitting the stairwell
On a downward spiral, no farewells
I know they meant well, wanted me to excel
I held my breath for em, eventually exhaled
Mentally set sail, said to myself
"Can't depend on somebody else"
I still remember how I felt
Tears fell like wax near an ember when it melts
I lit up an L with Kimber and my girl in Wynwood
Wondering when will I prevail
If I continue with these elbows, in jail is where I'll end up
Eyes behind shades like NWA
Hopefully I'm not in trouble today sellin' dubs
See the cashflow, don't interrupt
We finny enter a new world like an astroid
Swear my last joint was a nebula, a birth of a star
Nobody realer than your persona, Art should've blown up
Life is something I took control of, money sicker than Ebola
Blowing up in my Motorola for more to roll up
Call the front desk how I'm pushin' them O's
You can still smell the kush on my clothes from the blunt stench
Edibles cook on the stove
I put content on the table and it booked me some shows
I took the town, a crooked crown
They see a rookie on the throne how I put's it down
I'm either looking for my phone or looking around
For answers mane
Ancestors in my vain, grandchildren on my brain
Thinkin bout the future
Crucifix rested on my new shirt, music take them to church
Moochers love when you're making mucho
Quick to walk over ya (Wachovia) for that Washington Mutual
Let em watch, let em watch with their pupils, peoples
I make paper through a loop hole
Met a few souls on this path I chose
Made a mark and left an afterglow

[Hook: Art Morera]
You hear me out there? Say yeah!
You hear me out there?