Track: Pa$ience
[Hook] x4
We dem fuckin’ boys with dat hot shit chico
-Cruisin’ down da flow till we North Tampico
-Peep da illest club down in Puerto Rico
Who da fuckin’ kids with da hot shit
[V1]
Keep all of yo chicos around da set
-In check
-Ain’t catchin no wreck
(Ooh)
Dis ones fo my Latinos-negritos-stay hungry in debt
We hip hoppin’
-Nevuh flip flop
Pete Rockin’-One day be millin’ walkin’
Boom Trappin’-Stay Boom Bappin’
When Who Rappin’?-Capone rappin’
Who dat jiggie-moduhn Biggie-dig me or I blast
Nottuh snake made rappuh I ain’t speakin’ out my ass
I been broke-And that ain’t a joke
-Got no bands-only lung smoke
-Nottuh lie told-unduhground rappuhs be bold to act like they hold gold
-Only hood rich-Only good bitch is hip hop
-Nevuh would snitch
-Nintendo switch up da game bitch
-Only God be my vainnnquish (vanquish)
-Banquets with Spainglish-that I bank with
-Nevuh languish
-Cuz I anguish what dis country do
-Uppuh class take control of you
-Stop
-Drop
-Poppin’ opps-likuh cop drop my negritos spinе
-But politics hire gun tops-droppin’ enemiеs-with no prison time
-So replay dat line…It’s 2022 and our people still ain’t fine
-Not political
-Hypercritikal like I-MMortal Technique
-Lyrical
[Hook] x4
We dem fuckin’ boys with dat hot shit chico
-Cruisin’ down da flow till we North Tampico
-Peep da illest club down in Puerto Rico
Who da fuckin’ kids with da hot shit
Asthmatix: Fucking on your bitch
She say I’m her Chico
[Verse 2: Asthmatix]
Never cared about your feeling
Now let’s do this from the heart
Making my money
Making my come back
Now were to the start
Give that boy a hydro so he can’t feel his scars
Fuck the earth Rojelio
Let’s go shoot for the mars (fuck M&M)
Now let’s get back to the laps
No time for the relapse
Let’s get Back to the track
Dissect my bars
Just like a life hack
Erase you memories
You ain’t ever coming back
Boy you know that shit is wack
Blood spatter on the track
I deserve my plaques
Making more hits
Than the rascal flats
Now listen to my flows
More diverse than gender roles
I’ll split your skull death row
Electric chair no pulse
I’m a vulture
You’re a crow
I hope you heart takes a tow
My intentions weren’t to hurt ya
Both tired of fermenting
Tell yo mom to stop texting
And I know it sucks for you
You got all this tension
I hope you suffer from hyper tension
Not to mention
All those anger problems
Started shifting
Going in different directions
Losing our hearts
Torn apart into sections
I know what your looking for (affection)