(Verse 1) A real hustler will do whatever it takes for that check You know you living that Tracho FI Life when you lose a Rolex Drive around town in a bulletproof vest No RZA but its best that youre protecting your neck Streets are cut throat Dont expect more Or any less The wicked dont get any rest Up all night in the lab with BG THC laced with that DMT Shaggy told me you gone see some things Ive witnessed some sh** normal people dont get to see Promethazine All on my whiskers Still smoking brick weed in swishers Started a business, that b**h already worth 6 figures Still keep in contact with k**ers Trying to build me a mansion with pillars Like Tonys crib Walk in that b**h Blunt in my mouth I take a hit The world is mine We take no sh** We not PC Fight roosters and pits Where im motherf**ing from you get it how you live Or envy how we live Country Gudda, man we do it big Thats word to Big, Alvarito, Robert, Nino, BG, k**a Skil, the whole f**ing clique Country Gudda, man we do it big Thats word to Big, Alvarito, Robert, Nino, BG, k**a Skil, the whole f**ing clique (Scarface Skit) Tony: I want whats coming to me chico Manny: oh yeah, well whats coming to you? Tony: the world chico, and everything in it... (Verse 2) f** around end up with them vatos on Blog Del Narco Pancho and El Chapo with a rap flow Man i did it for all my Caga palos All the cagaleros Bandoleros All the pisoleros f** the dedos with the cuerno Never moving lento Never sentimental Go hard on every instrumental BigE or BG i go mental Motivated by these pesos Competition nothing but a bola de mekos I heard around town that its nothing but selos But that sh** dont even affect me, homie No not even in the f**ing slightest Cause this beats a problem BGs worse than ISIS My rhymes are the nicest Combined we're a crisis The valleys most wanted So were upping prices They threw me to lions Came back with a couple coats Pounding my chest And i let putos know That we ain't taking bullsh** no mo Puffing on strong Buddha smoke Not the wetback that you want to provoke On some real sh** though, bro Motherf** beef, RIP Coke Cause now theres a child without a father that won't be around to watch his son grow, and get old But thats how it goes From Houston all the way to Nuevo Leon The same story repeats, the sh** goes on and on But thats how it reason why i left the bullsh** alone Snake motherf**ers still all on my phone Ill be damned if i go out like a maricon