Lamb Chops

I don't like it anyways Ya Bitch Tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes Will my death impress ? Chest puffed liked the best I put my dick in this bitch Ya'll love to call life 'cause I heard that bitch spits Coming out the squared state While down at ICE they're snipping clits, my sangre ain't safe I'm tryna be major Real shit y'all in danger The sick spitting spic's a certified playmaker Out in Denver F*ck the Lakers You playas kinda good on paper But shit Ya I'm the 'back-breaker' Mexicano Mujeriego Malhablado y pacheco Fool, what else can I say I guess I'm El mero mero De mi pueblito chiquito Eating mole runny juegos A young Latin Rebel caught cheating with the devil Momma calls me stressful Grandma calls me angel Tell me who's more tasteful I just wanna be grateful Everyday fateful While my family lives stable I don't even know what to say Que te dijo WeY Don't tell them maine Don't tell them maine It's El Flaco here with Rambo Pulling strings, no banjo Two young diablo's "No SaBO oF tHe HAmmErS" In Jesus Sandles, Abuela says I'm "Santo" Walking over candles singing love songs for ammo Bitch tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes To be a land great In a land full of snakes I don't even know what to say Que te dijo WeY Oh I don't know nothing but the life I live So I release my suffering then close my eyelids Hope the Heavens catch wind so they let me in Or else I'm jumping Heaven's gates just like a Mexican But is this 'bout the dope, hoes, and gold or is it something more Is this for the simple fact, I feel I'm worth more Than just another soul shopping daily at the liquor store Ugh Tryna restore hope Bitch tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes To be a land great In a land full of snakes Bitch tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes I'm coming out the squared state, high off an eighth Rhyming on drum breaks, tryna find my place Coming out the squared state, high off an eighth Rounding third base, eye to eye with my mistakes Bitch tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes To be a land great In a land full of snakes Bitch tell me what it takes Oh tell me what it takes In a land of lies, AK's, swinging ties and snakes Will I lay to rest, chest puffed like the best Will my death impress, inspire, or progress Bitch tell me what it takes Ya tell me what it takes Ugh-huh Before I lay to rest