Canelo Jr.

If you're bad be the worst If you're good be the best Those are the words Of a man who addressed How he handled three stabs in the chest Two in the ribs and a slightly sore leg From beating his face in, to feeling the grazes He laughed at the dead, he says it's amazing I understood Satan, no need to debate him His sneakers stained read, the laces decaying Fool tell me, tell me, then tell me again Why do we like to look death in the face Knuckles show bones When we're fighting with rage But that's only every now and then When I swallow pride Mamma's eyes dry But shit I'm lying if I say I'm right I know that I lie, I know that I lie If I claim I'm right If you're bad, be the worst If you're good, be the best If you're bad, be the worst If you're good, be the best Oh that's all I know In a world that's run by hope If it's cold, bring a coat If it's hot, then halt the snow Ok Mi Padre was a bood brawler Mi Padre was a good brawler He wouldn't fight people smaller Mi Padre was a good brawler, mi Padre was a good brawler He taught me to hunt down the hundreds Until the abundance curses you with substance Oh that's why I do this shit with no reluctance Rolling up Russians in this crowded dungeon Now I don't mean no Disrespect But I'm trying to go Be the best Mixing Black Thought with Sen Dog and K Dot Painting hope like life is a test Now I'm standing toe to toe with my GOAT's But what does it take To puff out my chest If you're bad, be the worst If you're good, be the best If you're bad, be the worst If you're good, be the best Oh if you're bad, be the worst If you're good, then be the best Oh that's all I know In a world that's fueled by coke