In the rancho everybody knows Carlos still riding y still fumando audibles I'm locked with my gente, no ay salida trying to finish this up this about my vida On appeal and it's going to take a full year, they askin me if I wana go to school here At a time when a person really needs a friend, I'm thinking about getting back on them streets again, I gave the Benz to happ and the vet to Beesh I hope they use them to ride on my enemies, I got two left whats up young Q Hueff I heard my brother just singed up a new cheff, Lucky Lu the Screwston Freestyler ya'll just wishing that the Dope House would die huh! I heard you boys talking down bumpin lips but big mouths is only good for sucking dicks, when I was free non of ya'll stepped to me, now that I'm locked you hoes disrespecting me I'll be out before you bitch niggas can count to ten but I can touch you way before I'm out the pen, no names I don't play that silly game you smoking to much weed you ain't no killa mayne, I bring vengeance I can't put it all in one sentence but if there is a hell I can show you to the entrance Everybody's day comes, I fucken at crumbs I'm not a star but now I date some Those who knew me as child growing up seen my benz turned around and starting throwing up, what ya'll think that I'm happy 'cause a new car? They come to me saying I don't care who you are, I knew you when you wasn't nothing and still ain't you just Carlos Coy but on a little tape, you think you bad with your big house and fancy ride? but a man is only good for what he has inside so I say that why are you so mad? Have you ever heard of me to go brag? On this earth I'm no better than anybody I was more happier without any money. I haven't changed not one little bity-bit to be honest ya'll the ones who really did. Hating me 'cause you live in misery but there is other ways to take your kids to Disney No revenge I just want my family and friends fuck the benz and you can have the millions All I want is a worm and a fishing pole behind bars it' the little things you miss the most All the parties the clubs they don't mean nothing I miss telling little kids they can be something, give them hope 'cause I know they up against the odds tell them do they best leave the rest to GOD, man I know they make you feel like you don't belong can't see your own kind on a showbiz song little homey that's only 'cause they scared of us don't play me 'cause they say I bear to much , I' m not negative but trying to be a pessimist but your fear got you hating on the Mexicans Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com