[Verse 1: Kesoh]
Walk out the pad with nikes on
This that toe drag swag right by the pylon
Minds gone from aerosol fumes straight out the krylon
Yall Rappers like the Raptors now that kahwi gone
This that real shit peep the dialogue
Im feelin like im rambo dressed in camo swingin firearms
Every winners been losers once whatchu cryin for
Im tellin you man we ain't the same homie
Yall team delahoya
I hit like shane mosley
8 or 24 shit its the same kobe
These raps like takin need out yo vains slowly
Left yall pale in the face yall look like Dave Bowie
I just spittin what this game showed me learn from mistakes
Not like cocaine tony
Peace to la mercado shit ill pop a bottle
Posted like picasso paint n smokin frajos
In La ina day we drive thru 90 straight potholes
Still rockin jerseys from the 98 broncos lets go

[Verse 2: Nadathing]
Crooked pumas on the street g
You ain't holdin this weight
Wit my dawg sip a triki
Keep the beef on the tray
Angelic presence
Gold crown with a platinum necklace
Quarter og ora on me
Lookin like the heavens
A heft totti Holdin 40s
Like a trophy present
Go call the lordy in the morning
It's a holy session
Ain't no streebo in this bleezo
Whatchu thought it was
Sippin mojitos in Rosarito
With my common thugs
Performed with Eto and my people
Knew I caught a buzz
Bandolero need dinero
Give up all that cash
Senior de los Cielos taking pesos from your starvin ass
Me and my cevos will settle all of our harshes past
You want that pedo im that perro that has lost his tags