[Intro]
La quiere conocer...
Con su forma de actuar...
[Verse 1]
On the backside of the flip, never see
Never see me on the other side, I'm always green
Saying that I'm just a f**ing layout
Sense me when I breakout
Catch me at the steak house n***a, catch me at your b**h house
I'm always watching from the distance like a f**in cobra
My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder
n***a saying that you wanna, that b**h straight from Rwanda
You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta
Tip toe n***a, climb slow n***a
You never ready can't you see that f**ing snow n***a
Below zero n***a, you ain't no hero n***a
Claimin that you painted pictures
Truth be told you get no b**hes
sh**... I say I only tell the truth
You stay away from (stay miss)? p**y stay up in that booth
Thinking 'bout that time you said you make it out this sh**
I made it out this sh**, since I was a f**ing geek
sh** we coming out of fog, sleeping in that o-zone, to the floor
b**h leave before the night and come back for some more
Want some more, never show that I got that b**h for the door
Then I go, in the back, of that motherf**ing store
Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the gra**
All I see is blood, right beside the broken gla**
Never got no time to make it out the damn back
Goes to show that I won't ever wanna go back, n***a