El Chapo

On the rise like el Chapo These foos can't see me like el Chapo From nothing to something like el Chapo They want me dead or alive like el Chapo I throw the West Side I'm like al rato Been wanted since before I hit my teenage Sharpening my skills ese look at what the streets made A criminal at a young age because I couldn't behave A menace to society, is what my actions relay Used to be stuck in the hood, homies free base Now I got movie money, hundreds in the briefcase Used to be in stolen Honda civics, in the courts When I faced trial, the only time I prayed to the lord Coupl-couple homies shot in the face next to me Used to have street envy, way before I had jewelry Before I had these albums out, before I had these movies Used to hide in my closet in my dresser tec's and uzi's Excuse me, is your name Roberto Garcia? That was way before the L.A. fair jumped by maravilla Way before my first cletcha, way before my first wila Way before my first homie lost his vida On the rise like el Chapo These foos can't see me like el Chapo From nothing to something like el Chapo They want me dead or alive like el Chapo I throw the West Side I'm like al rato For some reason, they wanna stop my cash flow Been on my humble game, not trying to be no asshole I pass those that grab those, like crabs in a bucket I remember posted on the block, straps I would tuck it And the cops used to hit my pad, nothing to discuss I remember sergeant Johnson telling Lopez, go ahead cuff em I remember them raiding, hiding stress in the oven Stashing dope in the ceilings, even in my moms stuff And I had nowhere to run, living all in the streets The P.D. had my name on a A.P.B., an all points bulletin Cause I grew up as a hooligan, underestimated All this banging shit would throw me in Living life on the run wasn't no fun, no food no soul With some dope and a gun Had to stay off the phone cause the landline was tapped No matter where I was, was strapped On the rise like el Chapo These foos can't see me like el Chapo From nothing to something like el Chapo They want me dead or alive like el Chapo I throw the West Side I'm like al rato