Bala Mala

Como el rey, soy la ley de la selva

Mili-tek con respect, algo suelta

Y conecta dejando todo en pieces

No me dices que tu mundo está muy triste

Y viniste llorando con el chisme

I'm a weed head but I still pray to Jesus

I believe my gente is gonna rise, homes

Gotta leave la maldad o you die, homes

El jinete corre con su caballo

Así traigo mi dolor bien clavado

Más que malo, ya pagado el precio

Todo recio mi orgullo en mi pecho

Es tatuado el color de mi tierra

Y mi espera con cigarros de yerba

Hasta la muerte soy la voz del paisano

Mírame 'cause imma die mexicano

None of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realist so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

Must of been the same hoes (same hoes) representing rainbows

And that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realist so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game is (game is)

Must of been the same bitch

Try'na rep the lame shit and claim they us (motherfuckers)

I got that Chris Paw (Chris Paw) picking up my wristwatch

In the drop top, light out night watch

Jack the ja, we got the fry

Bleed the block, papa, it's the Notorious Sky (ugh)

Loose cannons hit them like projector

Be skining like it's the fact of me, be stinnking, skip-asesctemis

Through yo ass like Jimmy Bones (aha)

Half a rid of science just investigating your chromosomes

Silicone shot us, connecting the dots, collecting

The pot un esta, y'all got in this murderest plot

Ever heard of the devil cry?

A dude over fifty in a Chevy about to take over the sky (ugh)

Hit the ground breaking off running

Swift like ghost, motherfuckers, we saw something

Game hunting fronting in yo 7-hunen

What the fuck you gonna do when his Mack truck coming?

None of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realist so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

Must of been the same hoes (same hoes)

Representing rainbows and that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realist so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game is

Must of been the same bitch

Try'na rep the lame shit and claim they us (motherfuckers)

El paisano coming down like an avalanche, have a chance

Mili strapped, almost got his ass

Mira, dad getting mad 'cause I'm acting bad

Kind of sad, the only son that you ever had

Now I'm gone, el pelón representing Houstone

Raza throne for the dome 'cause it's still my home

Gotta yell, gotta scream, gotta let 'em know I'm a sell

Smoking weed out of Mexico

Make a flow, wreck a show, no te aguites, wey

Any day, el matón and I never play

How you say I'm king?, porque soy el rey

Raise a fade for the head like a hearing aid

Hand grenade, pull the pin, watch some metal spray

Holiday, chale, wey, alcoholic, ey, puro yay

Watch a C 'cause I'm in your face, have a taste

Raza shit, can you feel the bass?

None of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realest, so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game goes (game goes)

Must of been the same hoes (same hoes)

Representing rainbows and that ain't us (that ain't us)

So none of y'all **** is built like us

You fucking with the realest, so the real back up

Whoever showed you how the game is

Must of been the same bitch

Try'na rep the lame shit and claim they us (motherfuckers)