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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorge Martinez
Jorge Martinez
Songwriter
Jose Delgado
Jose Delgado
Songwriter
Andrew Diaz
Andrew Diaz
Songwriter
Abelardo Diaz
Abelardo Diaz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ru Productions
Ru Productions
Producer

Lyrics

Aveces me pongo a pensar de'sta pinche vida Tirenos al pinche mar sin un salvavidas No se puede respirar si no hay salida No se puede alimentar si no hay comida Prestame un poco de tu tiempo y de tu atencion Yo soy la muerte y vengo por tu pinche corazon Ya no hay salida ni de rodillas pidas perdon Valiste madre y pal infierno vas a dar pison Es la leccion de las calles si no te fijas Mantente alejado no seas dejado de las sonrisas Postisas haslas a un lado es helado como nos pintan Llegamos quemando tinta con letra que escupe pura pinche Them three dots on the wrist say how hot this shit gets It's on top of the list as the most popular risk Talking 'bout gang banging and these parents can't stand it A smooth ride at first till you get that crash landing Prison gets lonely did it for the dead homies The least we can do they gave their last breath for me Abnormal behavior who'll be our savior? Good people come to wisdom through failure But they say there ain't no hope for them It's easier to build strong children than to repair broken men Soak it in and watch the hardest gangster shed a tear When it's clear a life sentence plus seven years Step in here it's happening on a daily basis Many races and baby faces with heavy cases Deadly chases of cat and mouse with the city and our youth Giving a boost to our genocide tell the truth A life every day ain't no fun and games Stuck in this lifestyle tryina find a way Tryina make a real hustle take my mommas pain Cus life after struggle look it ain't the same And I know sometimes look I was to blame And I'm sorry momma but I was raised to bang I was born to this ghetto gutter game But just know that we ain't chasing no fame That's just how it is when you role with me Rolling around smoking on them bomb ass trees With a tall ass glass of Hennessy Me and you flowing on this melody I can see it through your eyes that you feeling me Get the fuck up off your fucken knees Get the fuck up off your fucken knees We that mothafucken V.O.T.G
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