I like to keep it real
Profundo
Not a vagabundo
Only one rose in my whole damn mundo
Back up in this ting with a tune tho
A bunch of love songs still singing out of tune tho
In the spot
Rose cooking with the pots
I just do the dishes
And flex on bitches
No i'm playing I don't mean no disrespect
I'm just saying she loves the way I get
But shout out to Solange let me trap out of her crib
Chasing down a dream just to run off on the gig
Even though I only got it cause of browski
Was really cool
Won the school hella trophies
I guess things haven't really changed much
From the same cut
Same squad staying ganged up
In the same city we were brang up
All it did was get a little bigger
Retina in the scope with my finger on the trigger
I'm not speaking like a killer but get hired for the hits
Life is such a trip had to whip it on the freeway
Grew up in the Barrio but bitch i went to EJ
So you know its
Profundo
Not a vagabundo
Only Lord knows when they'll put me in a tomb tho
Back up in this ting with a tune tho
A pretty rap song
Still run up like a goon tho