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Yeah when my cousin got his Tec I was playing Hendrix in the basement All I wanted to be was a rock And all he to be was an Escobar El Chapo, Si El Chapo, Si All he to do was be El Chapo, Si El El Chapo, Si All he wanted to do was be El
Gone November, he ain't comin' back I was talking my homies man that sold crack Caught in the trap, hit the back hid the steel Like the owl boy hidden on the dollar bill Welcome to the rotten The city of No matter how shine They can't the nights 'Cause when the ghost knock Just before you guess, red dot at your The Eagles the cuckoos nest Better be with them packs be jumping like Jack when they jump out the box Ratatatata the sound of the gat They be flying the air like vampire bat Straight the back when they attack In the middle o' night you up in the trap You on bucking, they bucking you back In the middle of somebody get flat
Oh I'mma do this one for my gone The judge hit the hammer they ain't home We all are the danger zone The devil pulled the card and he choose one I music, my homies chose yay Some of my ballers the NBA on the block, man they gang bang Funeral parlors all the change
When my got his first Tec I was Jimi Hendrix in the basement All I wanted was to be a star And all he to be was an Escobar El Chapo, Si El All he wanted to do was be El El
All I do is When he bought me that guitar I like Prince the artist up my guitar
When my cousin got his Tec I was Jimi Hendrix in the basement All I wanted was to be a star And all he to be was an Escobar
When my got his first tat Acoustic in the basement All I was to be a rock star