[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