Blue Mafia Cruzeiro Crazy Look at my brother's chest Lately Ive been in Brazil On a violated Visa Same old kid straight cooking theses beats up Pull the Jeep up G's with the heat tucked Even my skeleton is crooked Young hetero Joe but alot of guys Would rather see me in the pen getting sodomized Before they see me make M's from a Spotify I guess it all depends how you saw a guy Cause really only Lord knows How many times that the bank came to forclose Pops working overtime I was searching for a rhyme or a reason Young Saint Mike still fighting with the demons I couldn't get mad I just had to parry all the jabs and the crosses Whipping up sauces Couldn't play it safe or get caught up in the gossip Shout out to the Lord for challenges and jams that i overcame Thats why on every track I let them know the name You knew me since the band threw a show and you came But hippies like Xans more than Novacane All that really mattered was it brought a check When i was running through the city all alone like a drifter Leaning on the scripture Way before they ever used to ask for a picture Now i'm in the game On a violated Visa Same old kid straight cooking theses beats up Pull the Jeep up G's with the heat tucked Even my skeleton is crooked