The Brazy Bunch, A-Wax & King Iso - Spain lyrics

[Intro: King Iso] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Iso, Waxface [Verse 1: King Iso] I grew up 'round angels and demons, and no I don't mean like the flick (Yeah, yeah) Raise Hell when alive, when we double though, can't be where demons exist (Yeah, yeah) Pray to God like they do on the week, but sometimes I don't think he exist (Yeah, yeah) I'ma kill 'em, a dude, I'm indigenous to it, you'll see in the end (Yeah) My sisters be saying "You think they're your friends" E-S-P-especially when I'm lit We visit the past like he in the pen I was sh*t on like T-P so I be with them sticks I had county blues, might be with the rips On top of the streets, I got beef with my b*tch I chief like Khalifa, won't see you again I ain't talking camping on B's, I'm intense Guess she done fu*ked off, my back's on the wall I'm a dad, but I'm falling, can't be with my kids Stack two hundred large, but blew through it all How I don't recall, won't believe what I did Blood you ain't my dog, your b*tch on my balls You better go put you a leash on that b*tch Hit Wax with a call like fu*k it, let's ball And that's on the set like I be doing dips I'm paranoid b*tch, you can see where I live I'm leaving the crib with the heat on my hip Yeah fu*k all the ops, I'ma squeeze 'til it drops Fire, run, I'm dumping a thing in the clip Don't speak on my name like Beetlejuice b*tch Cause sh*t can get ugly like beetle juice is fu*k where do I turn, all bridges are burned Like London, so fu*k it, I'll flee to Madrid [Chorus: A-Wax] I still revisit the past although it's painful Maybe in another life I can explain more E-S-P like I'm abbreviating Spain, oh If I'm sensing any tension, let that thing blow Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what your angle Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can't talk, I'll be with them angels [Verse 2: A-Wax] You go out when people remember you Pending cases got me not giving out any interviews Things that used to be so big to me now are so minuscule Before you bro me, know that isn't quite what I consider you Money, guns and drugs, you know the usual Trust some b*tches I can't trust, sometimes I get delusional Standing tall and cool and I'm only breaking down at funerals I'm losing you, that's okay 'cause all I did was lose with you Don't try to break my winning streak, homies turn into enemies Shouldn't have to answer, if my choice is between them and me Pots over the stove in mama's kitchen taught me chemistry The pain I felt inside told me to block out all your memories I'll get through this eventually Ain't much time to reminisce, I don't see no resemblance In the ways we move, how come you can't keep your resentment in Rose up out the gutter, your hatred for me must stem from this Diamonds in my teeth, is how my words are so expensive, b*tch [Chorus: A-Wax] I still revisit the past although it's painful Maybe in another life I can explain more E-S-P like I'm abbreviating Spain, oh If I'm sensing any tension, let that thing blow Every time you open up your mouth to speak, I have to run and tell myself what your pain go Some people gon' go to Hell with all the demons after this, we can't talk, I'll be with them angels