I’mma…
I’mma…
I’mma young king but I never been crowned
Dick rider, you never been down
Me beg? How the fuck that sound?
Huh? How the fuck that sound?
From the airport into the Gansevoort
This shit, they ain’t expect it from a Spanish boy
Pay me in checks, I hard pass your courts
You can’t pay me respect, you can’t cash it boy
Wanna talk about my evolucion, missin’ link
I ride with them Cubans, huh, like Castro
Secure lines, I’m on a sat phone
And now the state department wanna rape our profit
Embargo all on the trade to stop it
And I made about a hundred last year
But I’m still in the hood in the same apartment
‘Cause they wanna get a youngin' for his taxes
They don’t wanna see a Latin thrivin’
What I meant is it is more than just to get it
Man, I’m in this shit to win it ‘cause I'm past just survivin’
Han, wanna clash with a titan, han, like remember me
Or you gon’ catch more than a STD for fuckin’ around
Tryna sleep with the enemy, I’m the best you seen in this game
And there ain’t no debatin’ that ‘cause that’s facts
So fuck the king, I’mma take the crown
And go pawn the shit for fast cash, yeah
What I know about flow?
What I gotta do to get a little bit of dough?
Maybe I’mma get up my cheddar and let it grow
Or maybe I’mma get a baretta and let it bup-bup, brrrttt…