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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cristian Castro
Cristian Castro
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cristian Castro
Cristian Castro
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cristian Castro
Cristian Castro
Engineer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Producer

Texty

Look for me
If you wanna come and see
Look for me
If you people doubting me
Look for me
If you really want some beef
Look for me
The one smoking Nicotine
Look for me
The one wearing Levi jeans
Look for me
Filas always keep them clean
Look for me
If you wanna change beliefs
Look for me
If you wanna kill police
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Drivin' fast cars
Drownin' in night bars
Smokin' these puff bars
Livin' like rap stars
Born rugged
My attitude is fuck it
Middle finger stuck in
Yo ass like a puppet
I'm the type of person
That be flexin on a budget
Still be pullin bitches like
Vanessa Hudgens
Boy you gotta love it
You get mad how I does it
Don't discuss it
It's disgusting
How you people act in public
Got a problem look for me
I could solve it
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
Look for me!!!
You gotta know that I learn quick
You may see me struggle but
You will never see me quit
I'm the shit
This is it
There is no coincidence
I'm the man
You're the bitch
Go ahead and suck a dick
You hate blacks
And Mexicans
Don't you make me settle this
Got a badge
Got a gun
Yet you can't handle shit
Don't you try
You gone die
If you fucken' pull that clip
My brothas
My sistas
Time to kill these fucken' pigs
Like I said
This is it
This is The New Genesis
So don't fear us
Cheer us
You ever get near us
Don't kill us
We're fearless
Badge killas
You attacking me
Better answer me
This is what you'll see
A different side of me
You know what I mean
If you step to me
You're just gonna be
Another memory
Like I said man we ain't the ones
You calling us the killas
but you got the guns
Yet you beating us
Trynna kill us off
Fuck the holocaust bitch
This war ain't done
Fucken' with me cuz I'm a Hispanic
Fighting with my brothas
Really makes you panic
Looking like a white boy
Don't ask me how it happened
My family tree is full of broken branches
Pinning me down
In a gas station
I don't got patients
For you stupid Caucasians
There you go
There you have it
No more picket signs
Next time around
We're coming in with hatchets
And the police
Fuck the police
You supposed to serve and protect
Not kill and neglect
And immigration
How do you look at these kids faces
When you break into there homes
Just to leave them in cages?
Well it's time we make some changes
So next time around
You shoot
We shoot
You kill
We kill
So whenever you feel down
Look for Me.
When you looking for somebody to blame
Look for Me.
When you feel hopeless
Look for Me.
You not alone.
I'm right there wit' chu
This The New Genesis
This is where it all begins.
Written by: Cristian Castro
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