All I See

Disculpe, padre

It's been a while since I've come clean

I let the city get a hold on me

Hard to stop with all I've seen

Disculpe, padre

I grind like six, paisas on perico

Jaw Jack my stilo, listenin' to this chivo

On Pino Productions, choppin' it like Pico

With needles in between A1 and me as an equal

People, hate me or love me, I'm makin' sequels

For Grant Street and homies in need of somethin' to chief through

See through, peek-a-boo, miss use to cheat through

And be cool hustlers to count from what they seen through

Break the bank, let's stuff it like Miss Piggy

If I'm starring, big-ass stash like in the sixties

The rap Burt Reynolds on instrumentals, the city

Where police union execs smuggled fentanyl and critty

Disculpe, padre

It's been a while since I've come clean

I let the city get a hold on me

Hard to stop with all I've seen

Disculpe, padre

Disculpe, padre

Disculpe, padre

Half I know hit the system and half of us hit the books

Half of that graduated, half had to drop, turn to crooks

Half of them blendin' in and half of them fried or fucked

And in between all of it, I'm just tryin' to live life in these cuts

The bass turned down, my voice on stereo streams smooth

With serial scratchin' ass killers, slidin' singles in two

New clips that'll raise your hair up

While lil' homies twin glocks matchin' Tia and Tamara

Laughin' turned into crying when staff clickin' them cuffs

Nighttime hear the week, just snifflin' in them bunks

I guess we all reap what we sow

Don't overlook what I'm sayin' to you, bro

Disculpe, padre

It's been a while since I've come clean

I let the city get a hold on me

Hard to stop with all I've seen

Disculpe, padre

Disculpe, padre

Disculpe, padre