Sinaloa Cartel

I stayed on the station on the floor in the bando my boys Showered at your baby mothers had her changing my coins I'm on the hotline talking with some bass in my voice A blue mattress and the dirt is what i'm tryna avoid I know i'm making my choice I think i'm the best thing that ever came from the 'Goine And I know that ain't saying much i'm kinda missing the point Remember you was at my door, Potter give me a joint We come a long way Now all they ever seem to do is just rub me up the wrong way You should listen to me, let the song play Pull up in that Bruce Wayne & I got that John Wayne You see me filthy, see my free Why the long face? You see me do all of them years and never complain You see me out there hand to handing in the sun, rain I see you getting all excited for a one fame Shame you aint all excited bout the gun play Ah well Round here we got them things like the Sinaloa cartel I don't wanna hear bout all that work you can't sell My young boy selling off, make the yard smell They shoot top shottas too, call them Darnell I'm carrying the rap game made my head swell I mean made my arms swell All well that ends well Still my own strain the only thing I exhale Guess who made it snow stones they call that hail I can tell you about heartache, death and betrayal I was on Nightingale, Osprey, I never went Quail But just for that put some henny in my ginger ale Longtime now I had pigs on my trail They got intel, I wanna see your entrails And that's interesting, cah I won't give it to him once I'm gonna string vest him No safety on the safety that I invest in And I bet everything changes when the ink sets in