That BS

Used to practice hits like kobe free throws Used to make pies with bakers outta kilos Had to move work with Alejandro and pedro They know, el Santiago in Puerto Rico I go berserk over some genuine work Dollar make you holla, ill make the account hurt Thats bs, this is just my lyrical fitness, Journey I'm destined to take needed a spiritual witness Just a celly mate, lil bro, aka tag along Told not to come my way Song for song Haters in the back who is yall speaking on? Sipping nyquil on dat bs, who you sleeping on? Da king on my throne on top in my region Same emcee that can stop you from breathing So serious with this, labeled a maniac Murder any beat fed to me by the brainiac Born street educated been graduated New emcees are granulated, a few are glad I made it Music hit the net then told I'm blazing Performed for A&R's been told I'm amazing I been hustling & working hard all day If you on that bs, dont mess with Jay Member a time we all felt alive in these streets Now watching youngsters dying in these streets Done this in the dark for the art from the start Give you quality music, it breaks my heart I know they cant hold me, only I control me, My life is what I make it, learned that from kobe Black momba sip, not promised tomorrow Show the world strength via pain and sorrow Bleeding my blood out like brand new denim Money, cars & bling bling is their brand new venom