Lemme start up in mi bolso

For you mari-conio

Rappers spending racks on rentals, but ain’t got no promo

Rapping to they snapchat like we in the stu

Ain’t dropped in a couple years, but music coming soon

Well where’s it’s at then?

I feel like you like the feelin of being somebody

More than being somebody

Ain’t got the patience for the ones that claim they working like a slave

Then meet a slave, and be amazed at how we work and don’t complain

Man y’all all talk

My call log is something I had to call off

No need to converse, I’m deep in research

To make Carlos look like he Slim compared to business I’ve done

Spielberg, Michael Bay and James Cameron ain’t got vision to run

Hay carumba

I could wonder, what it’s like on the other side

Hunger pain like when mother cry

Never eating no humble pie

They ask if I can hang with the best out

When you sick as the West Nile, you don’t think, you just X out

Bless bless

I don’t wanna tour off no music

I don’t need to pump no ego

I just make what’s on my mind and let you delegate

You askin why I rap, it’s how I respirate

Any feelings, extricated, any hater, desecrated

Elevated my mental

Assassinated by pencil

The only thing that’s number 2 around here

Protect the nest, ain't no coo coo around here

But you’d prolly get a coupe if you flew thru my ears

Listen

Taking care of the ones who give you the game

That give you the drive, you give it a lane

And then you skrrr on the

Unanimous voters who planned that it’s over

Know yo mind is too potent, give em shine they can soak in

Young Kings and Queens the ones that’s running this whole thang

So get yo mind right, move when the times right

You get out what goes in, so go in

Always stay composed like you Chopin

They don't hear me